Sympathy for Agency Readers…

As an aspiring writer, I have of course experienced the frustration of rejection letters from agents and publishers. Having come maddeningly close to actual publication a couple of times, it is all too easy for me to moan about the traditional publishing industry. Again and again one hears complaints about it being a closed shop, about it being who you know, no-one being prepared to take a risk on a new author, etc, etc…

However, at the television company where I work, part of my job is to sift through the TV equivalent of a “slush pile” or “unsolicited” submissions of films, documentaries and other programmes hopeful fledgling production companies or individuals wish to have us broadcast. Said programmes generally range from the mediocre to utter rubbish, and only a very small percentage of them are remotely of interest. All too often I issue the dreaded standard rejection letter, so I know what it is like at the other end of this process.

Indeed, on one occasion, a particular individual was so incensed by the rejection that he turned up at the studios demanding to speak to me personally so I could explain myself. Needless to say, the gentleman was escorted from the premises, but the incident made me more sympathetic to those who had perhaps on occasion rejected my work. Besides, perhaps they had a point. Looking back over the last decade or so, I can see how much my work has improved – hopefully to the point where rejection may not be forthcoming to such a degree.

Literary agents employ armies of “readers” to sift their material, and as someone who sifts television programmes I know this is not an easy task. Just as there is a wealth of bad programming out there, I am sure the same is true of writing. At any rate, agents and publishers are not the devil incarnate. If they reject your writing, they just might have a point.

Maybe.

Endings Part 2: Know your ending?

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I recently had an avid discussion with a writer friend of mine about whether or not it is important to know your ending before you begin writing a story. My friend believes you can discover the ending organically by beginning a story and seeing where the characters take you.

Obviously there isn’t necessarily a right or wrong answer to this, but for me, when I plan a story, I almost always begin with the ending and work backwards. The ending is what occurs to me first. Only then do I figure out how the characters got there and why.

My friend finds this method restrictive, claiming it forces characters into the narrative rather than allowing them to create it. But again, I dispute this. Working backwards from an ending means I devise characters that will realistically end up in that kind of situation. I will concede that it is possible to write a character biography and discover a story (including the ending) in doing so. But I simply cannot write a story with no idea where it is headed. I always have to know the ending.

For me the process is typically thus:

1)      Think of an ending sufficiently amazing to justify the time and energy needed for everything that follows in the points below.

2)      Write a brief plot outline explaining how this ending was reached.

3)      Create character profiles of people who would find themselves in the kind of story outlined in point 2.

4)      Research the subject.

5)      Write a detailed chapter outline.

6)      Write the novel.

7)      Rewrite the novel (this step is repeated as much as necessary).

Sometimes 2) and 3) may switch round, but not that often. I have never discovered the ending of a novel by starting to write and seeing where the characters take me. I have occasionally tried this approach with short stories, but on those occasions the end product was rambling and aimless. Without a clear idea of what happens at the end, I get hopelessly lost.

In short, for me at least, it is absolutely essential to know my ending before I start writing.

Film Review – The Great Gatsby

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Is Baz Luhrmann’s take on F Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel The Great Gatsby great? Perhaps. Contrary to most reviews, it’s certainly unusually good. In fact, it is possibly the most unfairly maligned film this year.

For those unfamiliar with the novel, the plot is told through the eyes of stockbroker Nick (Tobey Maguire), who comes to New York during the boom of the 1920s and finds himself living next to mysterious “new-money” Jay Gatsby (Leonardo DiCaprio). Gatsby ingratiates himself with Nick, who is dazzled and beguiled by the enigmatic millionaire and his lavish parties. However it soon becomes apparent that Gatsby’s schemes centre on Nick’s cousin Daisy (Carey Mulligan), who has a romantic history with Gatsby but ultimately ended up married to boorish Tom (Joel Edgerton).

The Fitzgerald original is frankly one of the best books ever written, ranking alongside The Catcher in the Rye and Moby Dick as contenders for the “great American novel”. Previous film adaptations have somehow missed the essence of it, but this version is akin to a good cover version of a well -loved record (as opposed to a pointless karaoke version by Westlife). Consider Pet Shop Boys cover of Elvis Presley’s Always on my Mind – my personal favourite cover version of all time. Some denounce the Pet Shop Boys take as missing the soul of the Elvis version, but the fact is their version is a brilliant Pet Shop Boys record, not an Elvis record. In the same way, Luhrmann’s take on The Great Gatsby is a Luhrmann film through and through, not a Fitzgerald novel. Nor should it be, as this is first and foremost a movie.

Sticking with the subject of music for a moment, one of the criticisms levelled against this has been that the use of current pop music (including Jay-Z and Lana Del Ray) is anachronistic. True, but that’s precisely the point. In using current tunes, Luhrmann is inviting a somewhat obvious comparison between the decadence and greed of the 1920s (and the subsequent economic crash) to our own times. This artistic choice works very well indeed, because Gatsby’s themes of greed are timeless. So is what the novel has to say about obsession and perceptions of fantasy and reality. The film is both true to the incidents of the book and to these themes, in spite of Luhrmann’s dialled-up-to-11 visuals. These are admittedly a matter of taste, but I think the lurid, garish, deliberately over-the-top CGI spectacle marries very well with the subject matter. Performances are all good (especially DiCaprio) and ultimately one can hardly leave the cinema feeling short-changed. Perhaps a little exhausted, but not short-changed.

There are problems – the ending curiously omits some achingly sad incidents, including one involving Gatsby’s father – but all things considered the film works, in spite of minor flaws. Most of the criticisms have missed the point. Ultimately if you enjoyed Luhrmann’s previous films (and I enjoyed them all, including Australia), you will probably enjoy this. If you don’t, you probably won’t.

Endings Part 1: The Right Ending

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WARNING: this article contains potential spoilers for Atonement, The Remains of the Day, The Godfather Part II, Great Expectations, Romeo and Juliet, To Kill a Mockingbird, Life of Pi, No Country for Old Men, and Mockingjay.

Some people claim to only like stories with happy endings. Perhaps they think along the same lines as Burgess Meredith’s playwright character in the 1981 Clash of the Titans: “Real life is tragic enough without my having to write about it.”

However, when questioned closely, I generally find what people mean when they say they don’t like unhappy endings is that they don’t like badly conceived unhappy endings.

Atonement features what I consider to be an ill-conceived unhappy ending. Wiping out the romantic lead in a bombing raid simply isn’t satisfying. The incident acts as a tragic deus ex machina. It may well be that in real life that’s what could have happened, but the very best storytelling should be about what is dramatically satisfying. Sacrificing the right ending on the altar of realism is never a good idea. I for one think the lovers in Atonement ought to have been reunited in some way, shape or form.

On a similar note, I think the unambiguously happy ending of David Lean’s version of Great Expectations is better than the bleak ending Charles Dickens originally intended. After all Pip and Estella have gone through, somehow one feels they deserve to be free from the ghosts of the past and start again together.

Of course, it is easy to write a happy ending: just give your protagonist everything they want. But this isn’t necessarily right either.

How, for example, should The Godfather Part II end? Michael Corleone forgives his wife and brother, goes straight and retires from organised crime? How should The Remains of the Day end? Stevens and Miss Kenton get married? How should Romeo and Juliet end? The star-crossed lovers live happily ever after? How should To Kill a Mockingbird end? Tom gets acquitted?

If these stories had happy endings their premises would be emasculated; themes of power, corruption and family curses in The Godfather, wasted lives in The Remains of the Day, the feuds and reconciliation in Romeo and Juliet and the institutional racism exposed in To Kill a Mockingbird. A happy ending in each of these cases would render the stories nonsensical, phony and morally dubious.

In other cases, a more ambiguous ending is appropriate. Some do not care for ambiguity, but in the right context it can greatly enrich a story. Life of Pi, No Country for Old Men and Blade Runner are all good examples of this.

Sometimes the most satisfying endings are a mixture of happy and sad. A recent example would be Mockingjay, the finale of the Hunger Games trilogy. At the climax, for one awful moment it appears machiavellian President Coin and her resistance army are going to condemn the children of the capital to participate in a final Hunger Games in reprisal – thus proving that they have learnt nothing in their struggle against President Snow and his government. But then – at the very moment Katniss is supposed to publically execute Snow – she turns her arrow on Coin instead, killing her in revenge for allowing her younger sister to die as collateral damage in the rebel assault on the capital.

This ending is brilliant because 1) Snow and his oppressive government are overthrown and 2) the moral of the story – ie the inherent futility of vengeance and reprisals – is so powerfully delivered. Yet it works superbly on an ironic and tragic level too. Initially Katniss volunteered for the Hunger Games to take the place of her younger sister Primrose and thus preserve her life. This act ultimately leads to the uprising and successful deposing of the tyrannical Snow. Yet Primrose ultimately dies anyway, due to an order given by Coin who considers her death an acceptable loss. The ending of the Hunger Games trilogy is emotionally resonant, morally correct and hugely satisfying.

Ultimately, just as a well-earned happy ending will cause the reader/viewer to punch the air in triumph, so a tragic end can be truthful, beautiful and moving. As long as it is the right ending…

Film Review – Star Trek Into Darkness

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JJ Abrams’ previous Star Trek reboot was an unqualified success – a fast paced, exciting, witty science-fiction adventure that didn’t outstay its welcome, nor did it force heavy handed messages about tolerance down the audience’s throat (as had become the norm in Star Trek since the departure of the original crew). Star Trek Into Darkness continues the style of the previous film and is almost as good.

After an agreeably whizz-bang opening on an alien planet, Kirk (Chris Pine) finds himself in trouble for violating the Prime Directive (basically interfering in an alien culture, which is very naughty in the Trek universe). Subsequently he is suspended from duty, though then rapidly reinstated following an attack on Starfleet top brass by a rogue secret agent called John Harrison (Benedict Cumberbatch).

What follows is a lot of fun. The special effects are great, and fans of JJ Abrams will enjoy the usual lens-flare shots. Performances are all decent, and there are plenty of well-judged action set pieces.

There are some nits to be picked. For one thing, I’m officially calling time on the whole villain-deliberately-getting-himself-captured-as-part-of-masterplan routine. To expound on my other gripe, I am forced to issue a MAJOR SPOILER ALERT.

Essentially, Star Trek Into Darkness is an alternative, earlier version of the Wrath of Khan story, since John Harrison turns out to be Khan. This time Kirk is the one wanting vengeance; for the death of his mentor, Christopher Pike (played by the excellent Bruce Greenwood). Along the way Kirk meets Carol Marcus (Alice Eve), who as fans will recall cropped up in Wrath of Khan in her later years, having given birth to Kirk’s son David. There are nods to many famous Wrath of Khan scenes, which is a dangerous game for JJ Abrams to play, since you invite comparison with that classic Trek film at your peril. That said, for the most part Abrams gets away with it, except in a reversal of Spock’s legendary death scene which I think was a homage too far.

On a moral/spiritual level this has some good stuff about accepting responsibilities, the value of friendship, the perils of following regulations too rigidly, with a dash of post 9/11 subtext about terrorism and the dangers of militarisation. But none of this is examined too deeply. In the end, fun is the name of the game.

In short, Into Darkness isn’t quite as good as the previous outing, and Wrath of Khan remains unchallenged as the greatest Trek film. But this is still great fun and well worth a watch.

The Importance of Research

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Know your subject is advice often given to writers. The writer should know every single detail of their characters and the world they inhabit – not just stuff that will obviously crop up in the narrative, such as childhood trauma, but the banal stuff too: what they eat at breakfast, a typical working day, bad habits, catchphrases, and so on. It may be that none of this background makes the final draft, but readers have an intuition; a sixth sense that tells them whether they are in the hands of a writer who knows their subject or not.

In Uncle Flynn, I wrote an elaborate backstory for Max’s father, much of which was revealed in the final act. But I cut the entire chapter because it took the focus away from Max and his character arc. However, the dialogue that remains contains enough hints and oblique references that allow for a certain degree of reading between the lines. This ultimately strengthens the final scenes with Max and his father a great deal, but had I not written the backstory, these undertones would not be present.

To give another example, the antagonist in Children of the Folded Valley – a novel I hope to publish in the future – has a very detailed history that informs his later decisions. However, I deliberately excluded this background because it undermined how evil he seemed in the eyes of other characters. No one would ever think they were a villain (in fiction or reality), but their actions will always appear without context to the protagonist unless they are specifically explained by the antagonist. In this case, such an explanation would have been out of character, and since the novel is a first person narrative, the villain retains his cruel core throughout. However, what this villain does has been thought through in great detail, and is based on many things, including what happened in his past. I could not have written the story without knowing this, even if this knowledge is not ultimately passed on to the reader.

In addition to characters, it is vital to know the world of one’s writing in every detail whether contemporary, historic or fantastic. Historic settings obviously require research, but the temptation with contemporary settings is to “wing it”. Personally I think this is a huge mistake. Even if a plot has a contemporary setting, knowledge of that country, city, town or village is vital. If, say, the village is made up, the general area probably won’t be, so again local knowledge is vital. Those little details add critical authenticity. Obviously one can play fast and loose with geography (I often do), but it is vital to know all that can be known about the setting – sometimes including its history even if it isn’t a historical piece.

Of course, the final product may not contain all this information. In the case of Uncle Flynn I excised a good deal of references to local villages and Dartmoor landmarks simply because most readers wouldn’t have a clue what I was referring to. But knowledge of these local places was vital when planning the story, and in many cases they were a direct inspiration for plot events.

If creating a fantasy world, a deep inner knowledge of characters, places and history is even more critically important. For instance, JK Rowling wrote a history of every single building in Diagon Alley. “Winging it” in a fantasy setting is even more dangerous, as the reader will sense the thinness of knowledge and disbelief will no longer be suspended. I have written a few fantasy books both for children and adults that have been taking shape for a number of years now. The reason they have taken so long – and the reason I am still working on them – is the sheer level of planning needed in terms of characters, family trees, histories, geography, languages, cultures, metaphysics and so on needed in the planning stages. Much of this material will never see the light of day (although for some of these books there will be supplements), but again I know if I cut corners, the novels will suffer.

The principle is also true in film. In preparing Jessica Chastain’s character for Zero Dark Thirty screenwriter Mark Boal will have written extensive character biographies. He will have shared this information with Jessica Chastain, even though none of it appears in the film. However, anyone watching the film will sense the depth of the character, even though the plot offers no distractions at all from her single-minded quest to get Bin Laden. Her character – and the film – is all the stronger for its lack of subplots, family background, love interest and so on. But I guarantee you it will all be known by Mark Boal and the director Kathryn Bigelow, and Chastain’s performance is informed by this knowledge.

One final point: I’d say a good ninety percent of story preparation is deciding what not to write, what won’t be included. Ninety percent of ideas range from mediocre to rubbish, and should be destroyed. It is worth mining through these ideas to find the gems that will form the story. On occasion, someone will read my work and say “I like your choices”. That is the ultimate compliment, because it means the person concerned understands the process of boiling a story down to its strongest, essential elements – typically six months of agony condensed into a novel that can be read in a concentrated stint of a day or two.

My father’s favourite films

It’s the 7th of May 2013: one year to the day that my father passed away.

I didn’t want to mark the occasion in a maudlin, depressing way, but I started to think about his favourite films and eventually decided to write this article. This post may be nothing more than self-indulgence, but then writing in a blog is self-indulgent, so here goes.

My father wasn’t a full-on film buff like me. Books were more his thing and that is something I inherited too (though film remains my first love). However, he did enjoy movies and certainly he was the person most directly responsible for introducing me to the joys of cinema. At which point, no doubt, many of you will say he has a lot to answer for!

I always enjoyed my father’s company at the cinema. I can think of several landmark occasions growing up where it was just the two of us. The Goonies for example is a film that I now can’t watch without shedding a tear. Objectively speaking, it isn’t even that good. In fact it’s rather loud and obnoxious. But because my father took me to it when I was ten, it was perfect for me at that age, and I remember the experience fondly.

As a teenager, I vividly recall going to see Oliver Stone’s masterpiece of paranoia JFK with my father. Afterwards I asked him how he was involved in the Kennedy conspiracy, since Stone had implicated practically everyone alive in 1963. I can’t remember his exact response, but he did refer to the director as “Oliver Grindstone” which is a name I use to this day.

My father had a great gift for summarising a film in a brilliant one-liner. They ranged from the pithy (his assessment of Austin Powers: “deeply juvenile”) to gross understatement (Se7en – a film so disturbing I needed a stiff whisky afterwards – was merely “pretty horrid”). Occasionally he was amusingly damning with faint praise (on Eminem’s 8 Mile: “an interesting cultural experience” – particularly funny as my Dad and rap music were like oil and water).

One of the best things about my father was that he didn’t ever lose his sense of silliness. On his very last visit to my home in late 2011, my children urged him to watch Underdog with them – a truly ridiculous piece of work about a superhero dog. He agreed, I assumed with reluctance. But he laughed his head off throughout, enjoying the film as much as the children!

I have no idea what my Dad’s favourite film actually was. He didn’t have my borderline OCD need to categorise everything. But here, in no particular order of merit, are just ten films that were really special to him for various reasons:

Where Eagles Dare (1969) – A truly ridiculous, outrageously entertaining World War II adventure story in which Clint Eastwood probably guns down more Nazis than were killed on the entire Russian front. The film is absolutely jammed packed with gunfights, chases, stunts, tripwire bombs and huge explosions; not to mention enough plot twists to render the narrative completely incoherent at times. But that is precisely what makes it so amusing. This is the kind of film where our escaping heroes stop to blow up a bridge not for any particular strategic objective, but because they can. My father absolutely loved it.

Whisky Galore! (1949) – As a Scotsman, my father was genetically predisposed to love this great Ealing comedy about a whisky deprived wartime island community who can’t believe their luck when a whisky laden cargo vessel is shipwrecked off their shores. Like me, he loved the hilariously un-PC message: drinking is good for you. Well, it must be as it enables Gordon Jackson to stand up to his hysterically overbearing mother.

Scrooge (1951) A Christmas Carol was probably my father’s favourite Dickens’ story and this film is still the definitive adaptation. Alistair Sim is superb in the lead role, and whilst the Muppet version has overtaken this in the affections of some, my father still preferred this bleaker, spookier version that sacrificed none of the darker edges of the original text.

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947) – My father was a huge fan of comedian Danny Kaye, and this is an example of his best work. Walter Mitty is a bored pulp-fiction writer who constantly drifts into heroic daydreams. However, when he suddenly finds himself at the centre of a conspiracy involving hidden crown jewels, he discovers being a hero isn’t all that easy after all.

Bambi (1942) – This was my father’s all-time favourite Disney animated feature, and for the record it is also mine. I understand he saw it at the cinema as a child and it had much the same effect on him as ET did on me. Not surprising as it is a masterpiece – great animation, brave storytelling, and some properly traumatising moments.

Doctor Zhivago (1965) – The film that introduced me to the cinematic giant that is David Lean. My father showed it to me, and afterwards I begged him to let me see every single Lean film whenever they cropped up on television (bear in mind this was back in the Stone Age before downloads, blu-rays, DVDs, etc – even a VHS copy was hard to come by back then). Years later we caught a cinema re-release together which was a wonderful experience. This remains one of my favourite epic romantic tragedies, and it was probably my father’s absolute favourite in that particular genre.

Shane (1953) – Of this, my father’s favourite western, he once said “if you don’t cry at the end of this, you won’t cry at the end of anything”. Shane is a classic western, and the ending is very memorable. But for me, more memorable still is the experience of watching it for the first time with my father.

North by Northwest (1959) – Like my father, I prefer Hitchcock’s espionage thrillers to his horror stories. This was the first Hitchcock film my father showed me, and he always went on and on about how much better it was on a big screen – especially during the iconic crop duster scene. During a reissue in the 1990s, I saw this at the cinema and suddenly understood what he was talking about…

Schindler’s List (1993) – Steven Spielberg’s astonishing, three hours plus monochrome Holocaust epic about the life of Oscar Schindler remains my favourite film of the 1990s, and I think it was my father’s too. We were both shaken and speechless afterwards, and ended up seeing it several times. Anyone who has seen it will understand why.

Back to the Future (1985) – I vividly recall telling my father that he must see this. Then he came to the cinema with me to see it, and in turn insisted that my mother and sister must see this. In subsequent years, because it was set in the 50s and the 80s, my father and I both got a major nostalgia kick out of it. My father wasn’t big on science fiction (he preferred fantasy, so Star Wars rather than Star Trek) but he loved a good time travel story, especially this one. Then again there isn’t a person in the world who doesn’t love Back to the Future. Well, actually I have met one such person, but don’t worry. I recommended that they seek urgent medical attention.

Now I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have included at least one James Bond film. Or The Graduate, The Great Escape, The Sound of Music, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie… Or possibly something more recent like Hugo or The Lives of Others? All films I know he loved. Never mind. No doubt my father has a special private cinema in heaven with pristine prints of all these films.

Hope you’re having a great time up there Pop. I miss you.

Film Review – I Wish

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The effect of divorce on offspring has been explored many times in many films, but I Wish from Japan offers fresh and fascinating insights.

Twelve-year-old Koichi has been separated from his younger brother Ryunosuke due to his parents divorce. But he comes to believe in a superstition that if he can wish his family were back together whilst observing two bullet trains passing each other, his wish will come true.

This simple idea is merely the mini-plot hook on which this loose, observational film hangs. Writer/director Hirokazu Koreeda is in no mood to hurry things, and at first glance the film will appear to some as inconsequential, much ado about nothing. But I Wish is a film that reflects the uneven ebb and flow of real life and as such gets under the skin. True, much of the running time is taken up with what might be considered mundane, but as one character observes: “There’s room in this world for wasteful things. Imagine if everything had meaning. You’d choke.” Not everything the children do is vital to what little plot there is, but seeing them enjoy a meal, play with fireworks, draw pictures, talk about their hopes and dreams and run away on adventures gives the film its quiet power.

Such slow-paced ultra-realism will not be to the taste of many, but the patient viewer is gradually rewarded with a rich, subtle and touching tapestry that explores childhood innocence and coming to terms with the pain of divorce. In its latter section it reminds one a little of Stand by Me, but it is also very unique in its own right. The films of Yasujiro Ozu are also an obvious influence.

Koreeda doesn’t introduce the audience to any remotely unpleasant people. Children are polite and respectful of their elders. Teachers and parents are kind and understanding – and even amusingly pretend to be hoodwinked by the children at certain points. There are no sadistic bullies or drug problems, just flawed, all too human characters. The whole cast – especially the younger members of it – are terrific.

Although I Wish is low-key and very understated, it is poignant and lingers long in the memory. Very highly recommended for those partial to this kind of cinema. Those after car chases, explosions or three-act arch-plots need not apply.