Let's rant and rave a little bit on artwork again, kiddies. A subject that, frankly, intrigues me. A link in the publishing chain that has, traditionally, not been a focus for authors. Either because the author wasn't/isn't interested in what kind of cover will grace their literary effort . . . or more likely not involved because traditional publishers have consistently viewed that decision as being in their bailiwick and not in the author's bailiwick.
But as you may have noticed . . . the publishing world is changing. And so too should a writer.
If you're a writer you should be intimately involved in the selection process. If you're lucky enough to pick up a traditional publishing contract, what a potential reader sees on a book shelf could be the critical deciding factor in the decision to buy, or pass up, that purchase.
I think the same thing is true for ebooks. Nope, most potential readers do not browse when they shop for a book to read on the internet. But, along comes an eye-popping cover in a genre they're interested in, and I'd betcha half interest in the Brooklyn Bridge said curious reader will stop and closely examine both the artwork and the contents the artwork represents within.
Therefore let me reiterate. As a writer you should be closely involved in the design and look of the book cover. You should find an artist(s) whose style appeals to you. Hopefully an amicable working relationship evolves between you two where give-and-take suggestions back and forth between artist and writer helps create the perfect image. Use the world 'collaboration.' It fits perfectly in what I'm trying to say.
Above is the finished process for the cover of a book of short stories called The Turner Hahn Files: Twenty for the Grave. It's not out yet--still looking around for a publisher (and one may be very, very, very close to saying 'yes'). Twenty short stories featuring Turner Hahn and Frank Morales. Stories that stretch over a two and a half year span of time.
The artist(s) are a couple of brothers Javier and Jesus Carmona of Madrid, Spain. We've worked on other projects of mine before. Mostly my Fantasy novels (see Roland of the High Crags cover in the list of books in the right hand column). I like their use of vivid color; their composition and lay outs, their attention to detail. But more than anything, I truly enjoy their desire to work closely with me in coming up with the perfect image.
The above illustration started out as a mental image in my minds' eye. Especially the background: the polished green marble with the gold veins. My original idea was to have the two standing together like you see now . . . but in submitting my idea to the two in writing I didn't make it clear enough. So the rough-draft version came out looking like this.
I'm sure you see the differences. More importantly I'm sure you see in the rough draft no visual representation of what the marbled back ground would look like. A very important point. When you select an artist to help you out, you have to rely their artistic ability to get the whole design hammered out correctly.
So there was an exchange of emails. I suggested changing the hands on Turner. We discussed the marble background. There was another discussion on making the two look like they were 'moving' somehow.
In the end: Voila!
The perfect image!
I plan to use this image on more collections of Turner/Frank short stories in the future. When they come out the artwok will essentially be the same---but with some differences. Very slight alterations in the color of their suits and ties. Maybe a more wind-blown look involving Turner's hair. (Oooooh! I like the idea, for instances, of 'punching' gouged out bullet holes in the marble behind them. That'd look really neat.)
The writer and the artist in close collaboration in the making of a book cover. Absolutely essential in my estimation.
(By the way, looking for an artist to hire? Allow me to recommend the Carmona Brothers of Spain. You'll find they could very well be interested in hearing from you. Look at the selection of sites to wander through and find Carmonaart. Contact them there.)
A writing mentor. Every writer needs one. You want to be a writer you first start out being an avid reader. Or . . . . you should.
You read hundreds of books. Thousands of books. Finish one, immediately pick up the next. There is no stopping.
But somewhere down the line the bug bites you. Or like a Grizzly in heat, mauls you. That urge to write. You get this itch under your collar; your mind gets restless. All kinds of strange plots for stories explode into your conscience and you've just GOT to sit down and hammer it out on paper or a computer screen!
That's when you know the Writing Bug has taken a chunk out of you behind. It's permanent now. There is no antidote. No divorcing it. The two of you are going to grow old together.
But the thing is this; you need a mentor . . . a favorite writer . . . to show you the first initial steps in writing whatever it is that's rolling around in our nogg'en. I sincerely doubt any writer started out absolutely fresh. Coming up with his own personal 'voice' (as MFA professors will tell you you need to find in writing classes) without first mimicking your favorite writer.
As your probably by now have guessed, I write (love) the mystery/detective genre. I'm not saying I'm good at it. Or successful at it (yet). But I am saying I love the genre and occasionally . . . occasionally . . . have written a story or two I'm particularly proud to claim as my own.
And it wouldn't have been possible without the mentoring from a writer by the name of Ed McBain.
Ed McBain, or by his other pen name (one of many) Even Hunter. . . or by his real name, Salvatore Albert Lombino . . . was a New York writer who was prolific in his writing. Using the McBain moniker he wrote detective/mystery novels. And his most accomplished success was the fabled 87th Precinct series. The 87th introduced me into the sub-genre of the detective novel called police-procedural. Writing about cops and their line of work. McBain was a master at this, introducing us to a number of hard working, mostly honest, sometimes foolish, homicide detectives out of the 87th. Each on you got to know personally. They were three-dimensional. Well rounded. They actually breathed.
But what truly made me admire this man . . . and thus want to mimic him . . . was the crisp brevity of his writing. Clean, sharp, crystal clear. Short, precise sentences which grabbed you and bodily hurtled you into the middle of the scene with vivid intensity.
If you can write like that, bambino, you're a writer. A damn good writer.
McBain . . . just for the 87th Precinct series . . . churned out something like 55 novels. God knows how many he wrote if you add in all his pen names and his real name. He averaged about two novel a year for decades so that should give you an indication he was prolific. But as Ed McBain the 87th was/is his crowning legacy.
And in my opinion, nobody writes a police-procedural better. But of the 55 books in the series, the six novels which introduces a deliciously evil genius know as The Deaf Man stands head and shoulders above everything. Talk about being diabolically evil! Wow! A complex creature who . . . in the end . . . walks away and is never caught. He's still out there somewhere plotting his next caper.
The best book in the series (always subject to change, mind you) is one called Eight Black Horses. The Deaf Man plots a very intricate game of wits to challenge and irritate the detectives of the 87th as he prepares for a spectacular robbery. Brother, the writing in this one so spectacularly brilliant! Five pages into this one and you know, just know, you are reading the words uttered from a master story teller.
So there you are. You're a writer. You want to be the best writer you can possibly be. Well, be one! Find the writer who moves you the most. Experiment with his style. His voice. Branch out--try some sentence structures of your own design. Throw in, or discard severely, descriptive phrases until you find something that fits your standards. (that's finding your own Voice, by the way . . . just in case you didn't pick up on that)
Voila! Master your own style and you've become a real writer!
Which means, of course, that like the rest of us you'll starve to death trying to earn a living off your writing and your name will be forgotten completely the day after they throw your coffin in the ground.
But, hey! That's Life, ain't it?
Let's talk about gumshoe side-kicks. You know, the Doctor Watson wannabes.
I've never really liked'em. I'm thinking of creatures especially like Hercule Poirot's Captain Haskins in the early Agatha Christie novels. Or the bungling, but lovable old buffoon of a Dr. Watson played by Nigel Bruce in the Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes movies of the 1930's.
Clownish amateurs there to screw up the crime scene, maybe give a little humor to a story, but really present to build up the brilliant detective work and intellectual genius of the main character.
Two emotions come to mind at the same time. One is Yuck! And the other is Why?
The Yuck comes to mind because, in my opinion, the buffoonish nature of a Captain Haskins is just too distracting to the overall story. It is a physical and obvious insertion of a sounding-board . . . or automatic applause machine . . . the author slaps in to get the reader to appreciate the main character better. Unneeded and unappreciated.
The Why? comes in asking this question; "Why so buffoonish? And why so amateurish?" Can't an author create a side-kick who is smart and intelligent? One who can infuse a little humor (if its needed) into the plot without making him look like he was just released from a loony farm?
I say there is. And I have a few examples (although two of them are not the 'humorous' kind of fellas to be around).
If you've ever read Robert Crais' Elvis Cole series you run across a character by the name of Joe Pike. Ooooooh . . . . one mean SOB! Someone you wouldn't want to be on their bad side. But one hell of an ally when the chips are down. Joe Pike is no second hand caricature to be easily dismissed. He's every bit as talented and every bit as tough (maybe even tougher?) than Elvis Cole.
A second side kick that comes to mind is Hawk from Robert B. Parker's Spenser series. Big. Mean. Bald. And very loyal. So good in fact one quietly speculates on what would have happened if Hawk and Spenser became enemies. Who would come out the winner on that one? It'd be a toss up, fella. A real toss up.
The absolute best example of a side kick I'd root for is the Robert Downing Jr. Sherlock Holmes movies featuring Jude Law as Dr. Watson. Two movies in this re-imaging of of this classic character where Dr. Watson is portrayed as being a near-intellectual equal to Holmes. But more importantly, Watson is absolutely essential to Holmes' success. Therefore he is an equal to his more famous compatriot.
Jude Law's portrait of Dr. Watson brings wit, sarcasm, humor, humanity and genuine friendship to play in these moves. Absolutely astonishing to watch! I could watch (and fervently hope the do!) this cinematic series forever.
I'm writing this as a blog today because of the red headed guy in the artwork at the top of the blog. The red head is Frank Morales.
The side kick to Clark Gable lookalike, Turner Hahn. Both of'em are homicide detectives and partners. And so far, in the 23 or so short stories and 3 novels I've written featuring them, both are in almost every scene together playing off each other.
But maybe it's time for Frank to spread his curmudgeon's wings and fly on his own power. He's certainly is capable of taking on cases by himself. Technically he's smarter than Turner when it comes to sheer IQ numbers. And his personality is . . . shall we say . . . a little more brutally direct than Turner's.
Together Turner and Frank make a great investigating pair. But separating Frank from Turner and giving him his own cases to solve creates some interesting possibilities. Of course the red headed SOB won't like it . . . being on his own. He's very smart and very observant. But the one thing he isn't is he doesn't play nice when he's on his own.
But not being able to do the nice-nice makes for great possibilities. Don't you think?
The above illustration started out as a mental image in my minds' eye. Especially the background: the polished green marble with the gold veins. My original idea was to have the two standing together like you see now . . . but in submitting my idea to the two in writing I didn't make it clear enough. So the rough-draft version came out looking like this.
