Lately, I got thinking about my influences as a writer and
storyteller, mostly because I am caught in editing hell and having trouble finding motivation to do just that. I wasn't just thinking about influences though... the root of my influences. Yeah, what I'm into now I do consider influences but I got
curious about where it all began. My current interest in Maggie
Steifvater and George R.R. Martin, for instance, are just branches. Even Saint JK Rowling is just a branch.
From Sainted Writers. The pic fit |
I thought it would be an easy task to complete but that couldn't be further from the truth. I found myself digging deeper and deeper into the past, finding what made me a reader and a story-consumer to begin with. Right when I thought I found the answer, that was just one layer, there were many more. I had to dig through some densely packed crap at times -- like my Goosebumps and Animorphs phase (neither of which I finished as there are only so many Monster Bloods I could handle and I started to see and grow bored of the formula Animorphs gave me) -- but I think I traced it back to one book and three authors.
I
do have a few honorable mentions. One is Lucy Maude Montgomery. I blame
my cousin for this one. It was kind of our thing. When we played
pretend, I would be Diana and she would be Anne. And then there was the
TV show Avonlea which we put on plays based on episodes. However, due to
that show, I got reading LM Montgomery's lesser known titles like The
Story Girl. I am hesitant to say this is an influence, although I did
read Anne of Green Gables and I think Anne of Avonlea. It sure cemented
in my mind the Edwardian period which has always been a life
long fascination.
Oddly enough, Samantha was not my favorite American Girl |
Stephen King is also an
author I can call out but I'd call him the second to last layer. I got
into Stephen King because my brothers were into Stephen King. Our house
was covered in his books. I read a few of them by the age of 13. And it
really because of him, that horror is cemented as probably my favorite
genre.
There is also JK Rowling as I was an
intense Potterhead in college. Also, Tamora Pierce really got me into
fantasy in my mid-teen years. Douglas Adams was my first foray into
Science Fiction.
But once I dig passed those books, I find at the root of my influence lies with a book and three authors.
First the book: The Secret Garden
I
didn't read the Secret Garden rather my mother read it to me many
times. At first, I think my draw to it happened to be the main character
sharing the same name as me, but after a while, I just loved the
character voices and the sad story about Mary's uncle and the origin of
the titular Secret Garden. I would eventually read it on my own but it
was the first chapter book my mother read to me. I remember how I would
urge her to continue to the next chapter and she would say she was too
tired. But I wanted to know about the person wailing or what would be
Uncle Craven's reaction to Colin's glowing health or whatever.
As
I recall this, I think about how now, if I was about 6 or 7 and my
mother read this to me, I could have gone online and found a youtube
video that told me the ending. The book was too difficult for me to
figure out on my own (although I did try). Besides, The Secret Garden
was how my mother and I bonded. And how I longed to find my own hidden
place where I could keep to myself.
I also gained
a fascination with moorlands and had a huge crush on Dickon -- my first
imaginary person crush. I vowed I would marry a guy who liked animals
and spoke in a Yorkshire accent, whatever that was. Yeah, I was a
goober.
You know who is also imaginary, likes animals, and speaks with a Yorkshire accent? ... oh. |
The reason why I call this book an
influence is mainly because it is the first book I really remember, even
though I haven't read it in years. And it was probably that book
specifically that I realized that inside books were tiny worlds --
secret gardens of their own. It is also through The Secret Garden I
realized the idea that people can change and that interesting characters
grow. I always keep that in mind when I write, kind of seeing my
characters like seeds that grow into trees as the story progresses.
I made way too many similes regarding gardens.
Now, the authors; Twain, Dahl, and Bellairs.
Honestly, if I can say I was born and died on a comet, I'd consider that a great life |
I
discovered Mark Twain when I went through a major Classics phase around
the age of 10. I mostly read those children's abridged novels of
Dickens and Robert Louis Stevenson. Then, I read some of Twain -- in
particular Tom Sawyer. I tried reading the unabridged version and wanted
to read more. I don't know what it was about Mark Twain's style of
writing I just liked. It was so tongue-in-cheek and he seemed full of
adventures. And I liked that.
Then I found
Huckleberry Finn. I remember my mother being a little hesitant about it.
That book has intense dark moments. And it was difficult to read as a
pre-teen mostly because of Huck's voice and accent. When I had to read
it for school years later, it was a bit easier to work through. Even so,
I still loved Huck Finn. I even went through a phase of using ain't and
reckon. Although my mother stopped that real fast.
I
did move onto other Mark Twain's books like Prince and the Pauper and
Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. But I still consider
Huckleberry Finn my favorite.
Twain always had this
conversational way of writing and even when he wrote on serious topics
such as the one's tackled in Huck Finn, there was always this dry humor.
I'm no Twain. Hell no. But I find that my style of writing goes along
those lines. I'm very conversational and I have been noted to spin
sentences in humorous ways. Although four years of writing technically
has somewhat squashed that a little.
I hate children as much as I love these dogs |
Next author up
is Roald Dahl. Honestly, I pity anyone in the last 30 years who didn't
read at least one Roald Dahl book growing up. Yeah, his books weren't
for the faint of heart as they may appear bright and whimsical on the
outside but often he tackled issues such as child abuse, abandonment,
and getting shoved into chocolate rivers. They were in a sense modern
day Brothers Grimm Faerie Tales.
I can't remember when
I first read Roald Dahl. I may have read one for school or I think my
New York cousins were into him and like LM Montgomery, I wanted to be
apart of it. I know the first one was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
But all I remember was I was hooked soon after and I can still remember
those books as an adult, even though I hadn't read them in decades.
I
think what I liked most about Dahl's books was he never talked down to
his audience. Sure, he would write about Big Friendly Giants and
factories full of candy and giant peaches that take you far away from
abusive aunts and girls who can control things with her mind but his
books had a shadow of darkness to them. They didn't always end happy and
often ended on a bittersweet note.
When I think of
Dahl's books, I think of a glen in the forest, where the sunlight pours
through the green leaves making the surroundings feeling soft and light.
Fuzz from dandelions float through the air. Faeries with dragonfly
wings zip past you. Is that a unicorn and its foal drinking from a small
spring over there? Wait a second, see that place where the sunlight
stops and the shade is darker than how it normally would be? There is a
shadow moving. It has red eyes. It is watching you. I mean, even if the main characters came poverty or an abusive family, there was always this sense of faerie tale whimsy with such foreboding waiting.
Dahl
was always good at the morality tale. He can spin these magical worlds
where the impossible happens but he still reminds his audience that the
world is not a friendly, forgiving place, especially if you are a bad
person. And even if you are a good person, you may not escape the
actions of bad people unscathed.
My
favorite Dahl book is actually The Witches. And I think it was because
it didn't end really all that happy. And I think it is by far his
creepiest work. It really was through this book I realized how important
it is to have rules regarding the magical elements of your creatures.
The witches had specific qualities and specific weaknesses. Also, I
found every time I finished, I wished there was a prequel about
Andreas's Grandmother's witch hunting days. Man, was that woman badass.
I
trace Dahl as an influence because I like dark. But I like humor. My
stories always have dark moments. But I employ that light every now and
again. It is also because of Dahl that I found my way to other authors
with similar styles and themes. And it was also through Dahl that I
really began to like reading.
I can see the resemblance to some of his characters |
The last author, I
had forgotten about for a while. And when I conducted this thought
exercise, when I remembered him, I couldn't believe I forgot about him. I
discovered this author in class -- I know, how shocking -- when we did a
unit on a book called the Curse of the Blue Figurine. It would be the
only book assigned in class that I read twice before the unit was over.
The spine-chilling, atmosphere filled, creepiness, I just could not get
enough of. And every time I reread it (and it would be many. Only Harry
Potter would beat how many times I reread it), the story still invoked
terror. I still gasped at the twist. And breathed a sigh of relief when
the book concluded and our heroes were safe... until the next book that
is.
And after I finished the Curse of the Blue
Figurine, I discovered the author had written other books. I would check
them out of the school library before I would save enough money to buy
my own copies. I would own almost every book. And I would re-read them,
usually in some dark hidden corner of my house, under the blankets.
I
would say I was more into this author than R.L. Stine and dear God did I
read a ton of R.L. Stine as a preteen to young teen. This author's
habit of writing about ghosts, cursed artifacts, demons, and any other
gothic style horror you could think of is what really inspired me. I
wouldn't like probably half the stuff I like if it weren't for this
author. And most of my horrid stories I wrote as a teen pay tribute to
him.
This author? John Bellairs.
I'm
kind of amazed Bellairs fell off the map. As I said, I first read him
because it was a unit in class. And I doubt many people remember him
anymore. It could be because John Bellairs did die suddenly in 1991 and
left a few manuscripts which were finished by another author. Then that
author continued to write Bellairs's characters and still writes them to
this day.
Bellairs had three sets
of characters he wrote about. The one thing they had in common besides
common run-ins with the Supernatural was that they all took place in the
1950s. It makes sense as Bellairs was a kid during that time. I also get the impression that Bellairs added his own experiences and his own childhood insecurities into his books which is why I think they worked for me.
The word Doomsday used to scare me so much XD |
His
most well-known series dealt with Lewis Barnavelt who lived in Michigan
with his Uncle Jonathan after his parents died in a car accident. His
uncle is a mediocre wizard and Jonathan's neighbor-- who he has a playful
bantering relationship with -- Mrs. Zimmerman, is a more powerful witch. Lewis
later befriends the tomboyish, outspokened Rose Rita. The four often
have adventures, usually dealing with some kind of magic.
I remembered this one really scared me. But as I said before -- demonic possession |
The
next series involves Johnny Dixon who lives with his grandparents in
Massachusetts when his father goes to fight in the Korean War (I
honestly can't remember what happened to his mom). Johnny is bookish
like Lewis is but is a bit more ... "Good Catholic School Boy". Much of
his stories focus around his neighbor, Professor Childermass, who
collects oddities with strange histories. Later, Johnny befriends
the devil-may-care Byron Ferguson -- the kid from the poor side of town.
Together, they encounter much supernatural. Johnny's tales are much
more horror-based that borrow heavily from Catholic Imagery. Demonic
possessions, ghosts, and religious artifacts often pepper his
narratives. It is usually due to something Professor Childermass brought
home or a colleague did.
This. Book. Ahhhhh |
The last series involves
Anthony Monday who lives in Minnesota. Unlike Lewis and Johnny, Anthony
is in his late teens. He also has both of his parents and a brother but
it seems to be that his family seem more concerned with their own thing
as Anthony has his own thing. Anthony is less nerdy than Johnny and
Lewis but is definitely more of a loner. I think he is the only one who
does not have any friends that go on adventures with him. On the
contrary, Anthony befriends and goes on adventures with the town
librarian, Miss Eells. And they are sometimes joined by Miss Eells's
brother Emerson, who is a lawyer with an interest in the occult.
The
funny part about the Anthony Monday books is that they aren't my
favorite. I tended to like the dark, creepiness of the Johnny Dixon
books. However, my favorite book was an Anthony Monday book -- Mansion
in the Mist. And like John Bellairs, I forgot about it. When I looked up
Bellairs' bibliography, I saw the title and gasped. It pulled back such
nostalgic emotion. I forget what the book is about really but I
remembered the emotion it invoked. Coincidentally, Mansion in the Mist
is John Bellairs's last book that he wrote in its entirety. And I find
it his best... and his most disturbing. I remember feeling so disturbed.
But I read it again anyway.
I think the reason
why I loved John Bellairs books so much is because, like Dahl, he did
not talk down to his audience. He gave you the scares and did not spare
the details. While I was growing reaquainted with Bellairs, I found a
quote by him. Bellairs' first book was a satirical book of shortstories
making fun of the Catholic Church. Then, he wrote his one adult novel,
Face in the Frost after being inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien. The novel was
successful. But then, he wanted to write A House With A Clock In Its
Walls but he wanted it to be targeted at adults. His editor told him no
adult wants to read about witches and wizards and fantasy elements. If
he wanted to publish it, he'd have to repackage it and target young
readers.
I think that is why I never felt I was being spoon fed to.
I
don't remember much about Bellairs' books now. But I do remember
certain scenes. Like I told a friend the other day. There was a scene in
The Curse of the Blue Figurine in which Johnny is being bullied by this
guy. At first the bully does the classic four-eyes mocking. But then
there is a scene in which Johnny and the bully are alone in a classroom.
I don't remember the circumstances as to why that happened. The bully
took a pair of scissors -- the kid scissors that don't really cut much
-- and grabbed Johnny's hand and began to scissor his hand. The scene
was drawn out, going through Johnny's inner monologue, as he tried
desparately to act tough and not cry out.
When
the bully was finally gone, Johnny gave into tears but then put on a
brave face as he arrived home and tried to hide the injury from his
grandmother. Grandma Dixon doesn't mess around though. She found out and
got all angry on Johnny's behalf. But Johnny didn't feel better about
it. He felt... powerless. That scene was the catalyst as to why he went
to use the dark magic associated with the Blue Figurine.
Likewise,
in A House With A Clock In Its Walls, Lewis gives into trying dark
magic... to make friends. He had made one friend since he moved with his
uncle and he felt that friend growing away from him. To win him back,
Lewis decided to impress that friend and the posse he had been hanging
out with with magic and it goes all wrong of course.
I
think that is the biggest difference between Roald Dahl and John
Bellairs. In Dahl's world, you were a good child or you were a bad
child. And bad children get punished. In Bellairs' world, reasonable
people do dumb things or make bad choices sometimes. Temptation --
probably because of the Catholic influence -- is a huge theme in his books. But also, Bellairs seems to say that world is a dark
place and pain can lead you down a dark path. Don't let it. And if it
happens, try to find the right path again.
The
reason why the scissor scene in The Curse of the Blue Figurine worked
lied in the fact that Bellairs so accurately captured what it feels like
to be bullied and not just bullied but downright powerless. And yes,
you feel sad and embarrassed but the worst feeling is definitely
powerlessness. And it is those feelings that make you sympathize for
Johnny making the choice he did. You may shout "No! Don't do it!" but
you understand all too well that when you have those feelings, you too
may make that bad choice. And in the end, that is probably the most
frightening aspect of it all.
And it is probably
why I remember that scene so vividly to this day. And this whole idea of
good people falling off track and doing bad things has long been a
staple in much of my stories.
After I did all
this reading on John Bellairs, I have decided that I am going to do a
Bellairs section of this blog. I'm going to read all his books to
determine if they still hold up or if like my obsession with R.L. Stine,
I'll realize how bad they are. Maybe I will still like them in a
nostalgic sense or maybe Bellairs really did write for all ages when
told adults would not like stories about ghosts and wizards and cursed
artifacts.
Who knows if I will finish
this project or grow bored with it like I did with Animorphs. But I am
going to try for now. I'm going to start with his kid's books and leave his
adult stuff for last. I will stop with the last book he had a hand in.
And once I finish a book, I will post a review and thoughts and answer
the questions, "Does it hold up?" "Do I still like it more than in just the
nostalgic sense?"
I feel like this entry did jump around a bit, but I guess the proposal of this project is to go back to my roots so to speak.