How I Wrote KING CITY by Lee Goldberg
Ed here: Lee Goldberg is one of those few writers who've done it all--magazine writing, novels, short stories, tie-ins, books on writing and writing for television and movies. He's also been a producer and director. And I'm sure I'm forgetting some other form. His Monk tie-ins are at least as strong as the tv series best and sometimes even better. He's written two of my all-time favorite novels The Man With The Iron-On Badge and The Walk. His latest novel is King City which in juicy detail he talks about here. I enjoyed the hell out of this and you will too.
How I Wrote KING CITY
Today, Amazon's Thomas & Mercer imprint released my crime novelKING CITY in digital and printeditions...and Brilliance Audio released the 7-hour audio version,read by Patrick Lawlor.
Here's an essay I posted on this blog in August about the writing process behind the book...
I've written over thirty novels, and my process with all of them was pretty much the same. I had an idea, I wrote a bullet-point outline, and I started writing the book, revising my outline along the way (I call them "living outlines," since I usually finish writing them a few days before I complete my manuscripts). But the process of writing KING CITY, my new standalone crime novel, was entirely different.
KING CITY began as a TV series pitch that I took all over Hollywood four or five years ago. It generated some interest but ultimately didn't lead to anything. So I put it in a drawer and moved on.
But the idea nagged at me anyway and I began to think KING CITY might make a better book than a screenplay. So, between MONK novels three years ago, I wrote 200 pages and a broad-strokes outline for the rest of the book.
I sent the proposal to my agent and began writing my next MONK book. The first place she sent KING CITY to was Penguin/Putnam, my MONK publisher, because she felt certain they'd snap it up. Between DIAGNOSIS MURDER and MONK, I'd written twenty-some novels for them. We knew that they liked me and my work, which had been successful for them, so we didn't think they'd see KING CITY as much of a gamble.
But they passed, surprising us both. My agent felt the rejection was less about me or the book than the way the business had changed. Mid-list authors were being dropped, editors were being fired, and the days of selling book proposals was over. If I wanted to sell KING CITY, I'd have to write the whole book and then shop it around.
I wasn't wild about that idea. If editors who knew me and my work well didn't find the first 200 pages compelling enough to merit an offer, I doubted that reading the whole novel would change their minds. And if these editors, folks I'd worked with for years, weren't willing to gamble on me, why would someone else?
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The Bishop at Sea – Andrew Greeley
Frustratingly, the mystery aspects become less and less important to the book as Blackie gets closer to the heart of the evil on board the carrier. The locked room is presented as puzzling but the solution is prosaic. The ghost is not at all a ghost. The disappearances are not disappearances. Greeley alludes to Chesterton's "The Invisible Man" repeatedly with teasing references to the crew to look for the mailman on board the aircraft which automatically telegraphs the solution to one that will involve disguise of some sort.
Rahter than being a mystery novel what The Bishop at Sea is really about is didactics. Not only is the role of women in the military discussed ad nauseam with an ace woman pilot acting as a symbol for how women are maltreated, abused, and taunted, but the role of the military itself in United States politics is intensely discussed. Greeley gets to voice his opinions of how much government money is wasted on the military force especially with regard to aircraft carriers; how the military protects and covers up bad behavior and dangerous hazing that borders on attempted murder; and how there are two schools of thought in the military – the old veterans running everything who never wanted women in any roles whatsoever and the younger members, rising in rank, who see women in less traditional roles than their older superiors. As the parade of characters (and this is a huge cast) continues and Blackie probes further into the mystery the book seems less a novel than a protracted essay with characters' monologues serving as Greeley's bullet points in his lectures.
Based on other reviews elsewhere on the internet this is supposedly the best of the Blackie Ryan books. I will have to strongly disagree. Whereas Happy Are Those Who Mourn was a genuine mystery novel with an investigation that uncovered secrets that were integral to the story, The Bishop of Sea is a political diatribe disguised as a mystery novel. The mystery aspects of the book are always an afterthought, the solutions to those mysteries are not at all satisfying and presented way too matter-of-factly. The interrogation of the crew members becomes more and more an excuse to discuss controversy and "issues" with the mystery continually pushed to the background.
In the final pages when the mystery is sloppily solved the action explodes in violent gunfire, multiple bloody deaths, with the women saving the day. While I agree with many of Greeley's points the manner in which he uses his characters to put his theories and opinions into practice smacks of the contrived in this particular book. For this reason I felt cheated on multiple levels. I felt like a consumer who bought a mislabeled product and demands his money back on his purchase.
If you want to read a political treatise on women in the military and the role of the government in an aging backward military force then this is the book for you. As a mystery novel, however, The Bishop at Sea is a miserable failure.
Old habits die hard 2
Lynne Patrick
Sometimes blog posts are a good way to put your thoughts in order on a particular topic. Last week I found I was giving myself a whole list of good reasons for changing my mind about self-publishing. Heck, for a few hours I even found myself considering going down that route with something of my own.
This week I’ve been reminded very firmly indeed of why I always thought it was a bad idea.
Hands up anyone who disagrees with this premise: it’s a rare and unusual book that doesn’t benefit from an editor’s attention before it gets into print.
I’m guessing not many hands were raised there, and none at all which belong to real working writers with a professional approach and a track record of publication.
Cut to the chase. I read a self-published book. Not on Kindle, you understand; that change of mind is a long way in the future. This particular book was the print version, of which very few exist – but those few are identical in every detail (except the way they’re actually produced) to the version which is available as an eBook.
Every typo, every punctuation glitch, every wobbly sentence, all exactly the same. Even the sadly inevitable bit where a character’s eyes change from blue to grey. (I know that’s an editor’s cliché, but clichés only become clichés because they’re true.) There were a couple of holes in the plot too.
I won’t go into why I read it; it’s not as if I’m exactly short of reading matter. Let’s just say it seemed like a good idea at the time. And potentially it was a good idea: even with all the errors, I wanted to keep turning the pages, and not just to see if there could possibly be any worse bloopers. There’s actually a great story in there, and some characters I didn’t want to leave behind when I reached the end. But if I had a pound for every wince or teeth-gritting as I was reading, I could probably afford the Botox to smooth away the new purse-string lines around my mouth. (Botox... Now, that’s a whole other post, though possibly not for this blog...)
All the above would be easy as pie to fix. If only someone had pointed them out in time.
I like to be absolutely, strictly and one hundred percent fair, so I gave the book to my other half for a second opinion, and I have to say he wasn’t halfway near as distracted as I was by the glitches. Maybe, as I was moved to observe a few weeks ago, these things leap off the page when you’ve trained your eye to look for them, but fade into the background for most people. That said, even other half spotted a handful, so in this case it wasn’t just me.
Of course, this is a problem not confined to self-publishers. To quote just one high-profile example, last year there was the Great Terry Pratchett Scandal, when the publishers were forced to withdraw an eBook edition of Snuff for a while, to correct a whole slew of errors just to make it user-friendly. And it’s not even just eBooks; plenty of conventionally published, conventionally printed books are littered with minor errors. And I have a feeling the problem isn’t going to go away any time soon.
If memory serves, and it sometimes still does, in the days long, long ago when this blog was young and I was, well, younger than I am now, I waxed eloquent about the need for even more careful editing than usual if you were planning to self-publish, because at its best a self-published book can be a showcase which may even lead to greater things.
Certainly Amanda Hocking, E L Grey et al didn’t say no thanks, I’m fine as I am, when the big guys came knocking. But these days every book trade newsletter or magazine I pick up seems to carry an article which challenges the need for publishers or editors. Does that mean another challenge too, for the premise that correct spelling, punctuation which ensures the words say what you mean, and proper consistency through the text actually matter?
If this is the way the world has turned, maybe it’s time I gave up.
The Genre Two- Step
Like Josh, I thought of bringing Hamlet over into the world of crime as a kind of modern day New York District Attorney. But then I realized that he would be a public relation’s nightmare. Let’s face it, Hamlet was not known for his strong decision making skills or conviction of purpose. I can just see him dithering about muttering, “To convict or not convict, that is the question,” as the criminals scattered taking vital evidence with them. Besides, his indecisiveness and tendency to inadvertently kill innocents as he sought out evildoers would no doubt result in massive litigation that could potentially cripple New York’s economy.
Next I thought about Bertie Wooster and Jeeves. Then I had to sit down, because that is a BRILLIANT IDEA. Think about it. They get invited practically anywhere – on both sides of the pond – and therefore have all sorts of access to places the police don’t. And BONUS, everyone already thinks Bertie is a nitwit – which he is – Jeeves is the brains behind the duo. But, thanks to the inherent snobbery of the day, no one will pay attention to Jeeves because they will think him below their station. He can observe people and events practically unnoticed and…. You know what? I’m so using this idea. I’m declaring copyrights on this.Your Background Music
Domination

Domination, by Michael Cecilione
December, 1993 Zebra Books
Melding vampires and the s&m bondage scene, Michael Cecilione's Domination certainly packs a wallop, but a wallop that's a bit lost amid a cluster of too many characters, too many subplots, and too many pages. This hefty mass market paperback comes in at well over 400 pages, and would benefit from a bit of editing. But still, if you're into vampires and you're into the dominatrix whips-and-chains thing, the book will be right up your sordid alley.
There are a lot of characters here, but the protagonist is Kelly, a Manhattan-based reporter who works for a small-circulation newspaper that's notorious for tackling odd stories. Kelly's story right now is on the recent explosion of bondage-themed clubs in America, filled with leather-clad dominatrices who work a small clientele of men. These men, usually close-knit corporate types, pay good money to go into swank little clubs where they can be tied up and/or forced into all sorts of compromising positions. Kelly's research has so captivated her that she's managed to piss off her boyfriend, a detective in the NYPD, so much so that he breaks up with her.
Meanwhile, vampires are afoot. The primary one is a female whom Cecilione refers to in the narrative just as "The Vampire." The idea is she's the original model; another character later tells a story that she has been around for eons, with sundry famous vampire protegees, among them Cleopatra and Shakespeare. And of course we learn that "her hand" has been in all the major massacres of our day, including the Holocaust. Man, how I hate it when horror writers do that -- insinuate that it takes some sort of supernatural power to make mankind do unspeakable things. Hitler and the Nazis knew what they were doing. It didn't take some vampire to whisper the idea in their ears.
The vampires here are portrayed as invincible creatures who mentally enslave humans with ease. There is no defense against them, and they especially enjoy taking on vassals who are already twisted. A primary example here is Hillary, a middle-aged wife of a senator who is in the running to be the next Democratic president of the US(!). If only Cecilione had gone all the way and named Hillary's husband Bill! And guess what, Hillary is actually the cruelest character here, getting off on capturing girls off the street, drugging them, masking them, and then taking them to abandoned warehouses where she tortures them to death.
The reader must be prepared to endure some harrowing scenes in this novel, of helpless characters trussed up and tortured to death. The idea is that this bondage revival is sort of a blanket indication that mankind actively seeks to be dominated, punished, and ultimately killed by a stronger being, and Cecilione follows his theme through to the sadistic end. Personally this wasn't my idea of a good reading time. I kept wanting the poor captives to break out an Automag and shoot their torturers in the face, but that's what happens to you when you read too many men's adventure novels...you start wondering why the characters in regular novels aren't packing heat.
Speaking of men's adventure novels, one of the minor characters here appears to have walked out of one: Connor, a martial arts living weapon who works (or at least he believes he does) for a shadowy occultic agency called The Craft. Connor is basically Sapir and Murphy's The Destroyer, only more magically inclined. Without question his scenes are the most interesting in the novel, as he meditates on chakras, kills people with a single punch, and gets his assignments from telepathically-speaking seals. His latest assignment has him shadowing Kelly, who apparently has some sort of fated link with The Vampire (whom the characters refer to as "Monica," that being her latest name). Soon enough the two become an item, though strangely, for a novel focused on leather-wearing bondage gals, there's basically zero sex in the novel.
There's also a vampire-turned-priest who is going about New York City killing off vampires newly created by Monica and her latest vassal, Hillary. The cops are on his case, Kelly's ex-boyfriend chief among them, finding several mutilated, headless bodies, their blood drained away, of course not realizing that they were already dead when they were "killed." This for me by the way has always been one of the biggest stumbling blocks of horror fiction, that learning curve the characters must face before they realize they're in a horror novel. I mean, we readers already know there are going to be vampires, thanks to the back cover copy. It's like you want to yell at the protagonists after they've witnessed the latest decapitated, bloodless body: "They're vampires, you idiots!"
But as mentioned, there are more characters besides, and Cecilione hopscotches from subplot to subplot, to such an extent that the main thrust of the novel is lost. In addition there's also way too much stuff about the s&m scene, with frequent trips to various clubs that trade in bondage. Monica even runs one, the titular "Domination," a trendy invitation-only club in which people are actually crucified and killed on stage, though the audience thinks it's all just staged theatrics.
There are a few action scenes amid all of the squirm-inducing torture-porn scenes. Connor gets in a few fights, particularly at the end where he comes to the rescue, though Cecilione proves he isn't a full-time action writer when he has Connor checking the silencer on his revolver, something that cannot possibly exist. The ending is pretty climatic, too, with Kelly (who has discovered her ties to this eternal war between the vampire priest and Monica) trussed up in the Theater of Pain, and Connor blitzing his way through a few guards, both human and immortal.
Sadly though the novel ends on that '90s mainstay: the cliffhanger. Cecilione closes the tale with many questions unanswered, in particular what happened to one of the villains -- one you waited the entire novel to see destroyed. That being said, though, his theme of dominance and submission is played out to its fullest extent through the novel, which itself was a refreshing thing to see in what would otherwise have been just a quickie horror novel.




