This is something that's been stuck in the craw for a
looooong time now. It has to deal with people who, for whatever reason, decide
that they're going to write a dead author's works. Now few have the gall to
re-write a dead author's work to 'improve on it', and I'm quite sure that there
is a special place in hell for those people. It's the real reason that I have a
strong dislike and disregard for a particular third-rate author out there,
beyond his inability to ever come up with something original on his own.
Next you have the people who wish to write stories in the
existing universe of a dead author. These people I'm fine with actually. As
long as they stay true to the universe, that's about all I'd want to see. But
regardless of whether or not they do, they're at least trying to do something
original and hopefully they got whatever permissions needed and again,
hopefully, they're trying to pay some respects to an author that they enjoyed.
The last group are those who try to pick up a dead author's
characters and write new stories with them, and that's what I want to talk
about today.
Now, before I start, how many albums did Jimi Hendrix
release after he died? Dozens if not hundreds. You may ask how that came to be,
that a famous musician released more albums after his death and the answer is
simple: They took all of his studio recordings, the stuff that he felt was shit
and not good enough to release, and they released it. (Yes, I have listened to
people who knew Jimi Hendrix and they're the ones that talked about this - they
were not pleased).
I bring this up not to cast dispersions on those who would
try to continue a dead author's works, but to make the point that we authors
have a lot of shit lying around that we will NEVER publish. Because we don't
think it's good enough. We may use it for inspiration at some later date for a
new book (I'm actually thinking about that right now) but I think I'm gonna put
in my will that my unpublished works are to remain just that - unpublished -
after I die.
Now what brought this on was reading that they're going to
release ANOTHER Karres book. 'Witches of Karres' is one of my all time favorite
books. It has had an impact on my writing, if you're a fan of mine and you
should read it, you may even see some of it. James H. Schmitz was, and is, one
of my favorite authors. Yes, his stuff is very
dated, but you have to remember the times when it was written and the themes
remain very much intact today. The Telzey Amberdon stories are also among my
favorites. I've read just about everything the man wrote and there are times
I'm sorry I didn't try to meet him (I didn't live all that far from him for a
number of years and met one of his good friends once), but I'm not the type to
search out 'famous' people. I figure they're already busy enough without me
bothering them.
But I digress.
When I heard that this group of authors had written a sequel
to 'Witches of Karres', I was excited. The three authors were all people with
experience and established names. So when I got the chance I picked it up.
I couldn't get past the first chapter. It sucked. Now, I
don't know if it was a matter of 'too many cooks' or what, but honestly, these
people just didn't know Schmitz, they didn't know his bones. They didn't 'get'
him.
First of all, Schmitz was a short story writer. He wasn't a writer of novels. He only wrote six
novels in his entire career and if I recall correctly two of those were
collections. His main forte was writing short stories. He wasn't really a
novelist, and while most don't understand it, there is a significant difference
in the two forms of writing.
A brief aside here: I started out as a novelist. My first
real writing was a novel which thanks to bit rot is lost to all time (which is
fine, it sucked) my second attempt was 'Children of Steel'. I wrote another
novel (Danger Money) and as I couldn't find an outlet for that work (pre-web
days) I stopped writing. I then discovered an outlet, but I could only submit
short stories. My first attempts weren't very good, but with the help of Gerald
Perkins and more than a few things that I read, I figured it out. Then I wrote
nothing but short stories for years. Dialene is actually three different short
stories stuck together to make a novella.
So switching back to writing novels was not an easy task,
but I did (obviously) figure it out and got back into it. So I have a lot of
experience with writing each and I understand the very basic differences
between the two styles. Schmitz wrote his novels as a collection of short
stories. My book 'Shadow' (written as Jan Stryvant) was a collection of short
stories. They weren't even written in the order that they appear in the book,
(also I never intended to publish them, but that's another story). When it was
suggested to me that I publish them, I reworked them into the correct
chronological order, then tied them together so that they flowed.
When I look at Agent of Vega or Witches of Karres or The
Universe Against her, it's obvious that Schmitz was still writing them as short
stories and then stitching them together. It's like the difference between an
album that's just a bunch of songs and a theme album. Yes, it's one story, but
the 'breaks' are still there.
So when I picked up the sequel and the first thing I see is
the story is picking up exactly where
Schmitz left off in Witches, I knew they didn't get him.
First off, Schmitz had more than enough time to write a
sequel to the book, yet he never did. Oh, he may have considered it, may have
even made some notes about it, but the fact is: he didn't do it. So any notes or unfinished work he may have left
lying around, was left lying around for a reason: He didn't think it would
work.
Second off, if you're going to write a sequel, you need the damn break! You cannot pick up an hour or a day later.
You cannot pick up with the humorous denouement of the story and run with it!
It's the damn denouement, it wasn't meant to be picked up on! If you're going
to carry forward with anything about the 'baby' vatch in the next book, the
only way to really do it would be as a series of 'remembered' lessons, or snide
comments made by Goth. That is very much a tell
don't show, like when Captain Pausert
discusses how he got rid of all that junk cargo.
I can't comment more on the book, because I didn't want my
childhood memories destroyed. I don't know why they picked the authors that
they did to write the sequel(s). I don't know if an editor said 'I think these
will do well at it' or if they asked for volunteers. Whichever it was, they
failed miserably on the hook, and the hook is the most important part of the
story. If you can't get that right, well, there's no way you got the rest of it
right.
James H. Schmitz was one of the three authors whose writings
had the biggest impact on my style. Robert H. Heinlein and Roger Zelazny were
the other two. Yes, I would love to see another Karres book about Pausert,
Goth, and The Leewit. I daresay I know how to write one. But I won't, not even
for myself (and trust me, it was something I thought about many times years ago
when I was starting out) because James H. Schmitz has died, and I don't want to
be the one digging up his grave. Let him and his characters rest in peace.
Hear hear.
ReplyDeleteThere is a collection of stories out there where Moorcock licenses it out for people to write Elric short stories, called Elric: Tales Of The White Wolf. They are all abysmal, except for two.
In the best, which is written by Gary Gygax of all people, the main character is Moonglum, on a solo mission. Because we know so little of Moonglum, Gygax can take that and run with it.
In the second best, the main character is the author's character, a down on his luck knight with no lands, selling off bits of his armor, and the final good thing in his life is his loyal big black warhorse who's his ticket to maybe getting a paid knight gig and being employed again. Very sympathetically drawn.
Then Elric blows into town, and says almost nothing, except that he's looking for a mysterious red blade - and our knight has an inkling of where it might be. So they team up to find it.
And as the story goes on, you as the reader have a creeping dread. You know that if this is an Elric story, the final scene goes like this: they reach the red blade and whoever/whatever guards it. Elric rears his blade back, and it twists in his hand to kill the hero, sucking out his soul while he writes in agony. The denoument will be Elric mounting the big black horse and riding off to his next adventure, knowing almost nothing of the person he's destroyed - but we know.
It doesn't end that way but it should have been.
The other authors all make the error of trying to have Elric talk. But only Moorcock can write Elric's dialogue, and it comes out like broken glass if he speaks.
Your proposed ending is soooo Moorcock.
DeleteI have had similar experiences 1) "Casca: The Eternal Mercenary" writing by Barry Sadler, he wrote 23 books in the series before he mysteriously died in Guatemala while doing research on #24 for those who don't know who Barry Sadler is he also wrote and sang "The Ballad of The Green Beret" anyway his family and/or publisher got Tony Roberts to continue the series a few years ago and sadly it sucked the whole flavor of the books where wrong
ReplyDeleteVariable Star? It's not Heinlein, it's not Spider Robinson. There again Heinlein abandoned that manuscript 30 years before he died, probably for a reason. Robinson did not do his best work because he was trying to write "Heinlein". Disappointing.
ReplyDeleteBrian Herbert... 'nuff said.
ReplyDeleteWitch's of Karres is also my most memorable Sci-fi/ Fantasy fiction story. I read a short story version in an anthology a friend loaned me in 9th grade, and it launched my down the path of being a sci-fi fan. I too read the squeal, and it just did not feel at all like a true extension of the original authors writing.
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