RIP Mickey Spillane
FONDL
In case you missed it, Mickey Spilland died earlier this week. He will be missed. He was 88.
And if you're wondering what this has to do with strip clubs, you've probably never read one of his early works (eg. I The Jury, My Gun Is Quick, Vengeance Is Mine, One Lonely Night.) I find the atmosphere that he sets to be exactly what I look for in a strip club. In fact I've always thought that if it weren't for reading his books at an early age I probably wouldn't have any interest in strip clubs. Going to a great club is like being in one of his books for me. He did as much to form me into who I am today as probably anyone else on earth. RIP Mickey.
And if you're wondering what this has to do with strip clubs, you've probably never read one of his early works (eg. I The Jury, My Gun Is Quick, Vengeance Is Mine, One Lonely Night.) I find the atmosphere that he sets to be exactly what I look for in a strip club. In fact I've always thought that if it weren't for reading his books at an early age I probably wouldn't have any interest in strip clubs. Going to a great club is like being in one of his books for me. He did as much to form me into who I am today as probably anyone else on earth. RIP Mickey.
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But Margaret Atwood sounds interesting. Can you recommend a specific book (LOL)? Do any editions come illustrated with photos?
BTW, to illustrate one of my earlier points, I'm convinced that the main reason that Hemingway is so widely read is because he's a fairly easy read. Writing is communication, and if you're difficult to read you aren't communicating very well. It may be artistic as hell but it isn't good communication. That's not just my opinion, I was taught that in a college writing course and I agree with it.
For example, I'm sure Margaret Atwood can't write, and the only reason she's continually assigned by female professors to female students in college classes is that her biggest seller is the story of a college girl learning about her sexuality thanks to her female professor.
By the way, the last job I got fired from was in a Marketing department at a publisher. Go figger ...
I believe a lot of critics are like that - when they don't understand something they feel obligated to praise it, otherwise they'd have to admit their lack of understanding. I think an awful lot of very questionable art of all types, including literature, receives unwarranted praise for exactly that reason. I don't buy it - I know what I like and that's all that interests me.
Chandler was of course right when he earlier stated the obvious - it's all about marketing. Different authors are classified differently so that potential buyers know where to look for the stuff that's aimed at them. Those classifications imply nothing whatsoever about quality.
Patricia Highsmith, 'The Talented Mr. Ripley' - Written in the early 50s, made into a movie a few years ago with Jude Law and Matt Damon. Might be ruined if you remember the movie too well. Very clever plotting and psychological storyline. I think you'd like her elegant prose style.
Sarah Waters, 'Fingersmith' - Historical lesbian crime story set in turn of the last century England. Incredibly immersive narrative style with a richly imagined, detailed recreation of the nitty gritty of Victorian life on the streets. The BBC recently made a movie or miniseries of this. I'm not sure whether PBS has shown it. They did show an adaptation of a similar earlier novel by Sarah Waters, 'Touching the Velvet', which was great, but not really a mystery.
Jon A. Jackson, 'A Hit on the House' - Detroit writer's best in his series featuring frumpy, curmudgeonly detective Mulheisen. The series is very good in evoking the broken down hellhole of a city that Detroit has become. The opening scenes of this book contain a chillingly real shooter's view narrative of the "hit" in the title and then some.
Another point is that many types of "elevated" literature had their beginnings as the trashy pop culture of their time, the novel itself being the most obvious example. Any look back at the course taken by music, movies and visual art in the 20th century should tell you not to accept labels of high and low art at face value.
I don't agree at all with FONDL that well written must mean easy to read. That may be a good measure for newspapers, but I also enjoy writing that challenges all readers and pushes the limits of language, like Faulkner or James Kelman. When I was a kid, I usually read books that were more advanced than my reading level. I haven't lost my appetite for that as an adult. However, I don't equate difficulty with good writing, either. It should be appropriate to the story's purpose, and it should reward effort by communicating something more meaningful than a word puzzle.
I'm sure a lot of mystery writers and writers of other best-selling novels could write "literature" if they chose to do so. But they'd rather make a good living and write books that appeal to a large number of people. In my opinion those are the well written books.
I guess my expression "plot driven" was inaccurate, too. What I'm trying to say is NOT "I'm a snob about mysteries and disdain them because they aren't REAL literature" (which seems to be how you've taken me) as much as "I don't usually enjoy light reads." In fact, when the lit is DELIBERATELY "light" it's more enjoyable to me, than when it's someone without much of a brain trying to act like he has too much of one. Hence the Wodehouse.
I agree about Dan Brown -- no style, badly written. I couldn't get all the way through the first chapter of "The Da Vinci Code" without "garden-path" experiences sentence after sentence.
Garden path? You know, you get led down the wrong (grammatical / meaning) path, then you have to go back to the start and try again. Classic example: "The engine raced beyond its capacities exploded." At first, one reads "raced" as a past active verb until a reader gets to "exploded," at which point he has to go back and re-cast "raced" as a past passive participle modifying "engine" and let "exploded" be the verb instead. A reader is tempted along the wrong "garden path."
That's a clear indicator of bad writing, for me. Margaret Atwood does it WHEN READING HER OWN PROSE OUT LOUD. Makes it self-evident she doesn't know jack squat about communicating. (Not to say I'd be any better. Sometimes someone who can appreciate literature can't create it. I'm totally like that about drawing. You should see the idiotic crap I try to submit as editorial cartoons to the local weekly!)
Anyway, my preferences are for crystalline prose, some kind of social investigation (usually class- or category-based), a general degree of snide disdain for or distance from the world and social foibles. Austen was the precursor. So, Waugh, Chatwin, Amis as mentioned; Bellow is tough but worth it; Roth bugs me, too many whining Seinfeld types; but in all of that I don't end up with many mysteries. Maybe they serve a different purpose? I read a James Lee Burke once, and a Tony Hillerman once, and didn't like either one.
So, can you recommend a "true mystery" that nevertheless fits some of my criteria, to the degree that I'm likely to enjoy it? I welcome your suggestions. I'm just finishing up a weird read -- Orhan Pamuk's "The New Life", very metaphysical, to a fault -- and need something more down-to-earth.
Looking forward to suggestions! And I recommend to all and sundry, that you ... no wait (I just deleted my suggestions). I'm going to start a new thread, "Monger Literature". See you there!
There's also a couple other categories, I suppose, of those who fall half way in between but tell especially good stories, like Bill Pronzini or William Tappley or Randy Wayne White or Robert B. Parker; or are especially clever and amusing like Lawrence Shames or Laurence Sanders. It's kind of hard to tell how good a writer these guys really are because that's not what they're trying to do. Anyway I find it fun to bounce around among the various categories, and there aren't enough really well written books to keep me occupied all the time.
I admit to having low brow tastes. I've read some "literature" and didn't think it was as good as much of the stuff I normally read. But then I read largely for entertainment, I'd usually rather read a book that's entertaining but not perticularly well written than the other way around. I loved "Da Vinci Code" although I didn't care nearly as much for his other books, they were too similar, I felt like I was reading the same book over and over again. I also enjoy the Harry Potter books, I think they're very clever and highly amusing.
I also go to movies for entertainment. I almost never enjoy a movie that wins awards. I usually prefer ones that get bad reviews.
I've attended a lot of book signings and mystery book conventions and have heard a lot of the top mystery authors speak. What I find most fascinating is that most of them say that when they begin writing a book they have no idea where it's going or how it's going to end. I always had this image that they first developed a detailed plot concept, then outlined the book and filled in the characters and dialog and stuff. Apparently most of them don't do anything of the sort. Most of them start by developing some key characters and then they let the characters create a story as the book develops that's consistent with who they are. In other words once the characters are invented the book writes itself. That sounds incredibly difficult to me.
Suggest you read "The Man Who Invented Florida" by Randy Wayne White. It's mostly about a character (in both senses of the word) who is an old-time cracker. Paul Levine's also include some crackers from the Keys. There are some excellent Florida-based writers, I never have any trouble finding books to take on vacation.
I don't care much for novels about intellectuals and academics where action and dialog are replaced by directly telling the reader everything through the thoughts of a supposedly smart character. They don't show, they tell. They lack imagination and they even lack hot women.
Why do you say you prefer writers you don't like? Because they look good on your bookshelf?
I picked Hiaasen out of a hat because I'd heard of him through my family. As I said, we're 10th generation born in Florida. That's RARE and we're PROUD to say we're Crackers. :)
As for defending the merits of mysteries (people still question that?), I know I've read my share of so-called literary novels that were so shallow and formulaic in their New Yorker-style self-approval, a murder or two or ten would have been just the ticket.
I personally feel that the distinction between mystery and general fiction is very arbitrary and not very meaningful. For example, how do you classify "The daVinci Code"? At some level nearly all fiction is mystery. If you're avoiding mystery writers you're missing some awfully good fiction. People like Laurie King, Dennis Lehane ("Mystic River" and "Shutter Island" sure read like general fiction to me), Sharyn McCrumb (her most recent novels are only mysteries in the very loosest sense), Carol O'Connell, Lawrence Block - mystery writers all - are writing some of the best fiction there is today IMO.
I think a lot of strip clubs are making a huge mistake by moving away from their seedy past and trying to become gentlemen's clubs. They don't realize that the seediness is part of the attraction, it's a place where real guys can escape today's fern bars and other phony upscale places once in a while. The very term "gentlemen's club" when used to describe a strip club is an oxymoron; gentlemen don't go to strip clubs, they're too busy hanging out at the country club. Give me a semi-seedy nieghborhood joint with strippers any day.
For me, it goes back to the time when I made a few trips down to Tampa and read a lot of Laurence Shames and other Florida writers. That's another parallel. I like how both crime novels and strip clubs are closely tied to setting. Before visiting a city's strip clubs, reading a hardboiled detective story from that city might even give you a feeling for how to expect the clubs to operate.
FONDL: You must be an older gentleman you read books most people just watch tv. Mickey's first book was published in the late 40's. I guess everyone only knows the Mike Hammer tv show with Stacy Keach.