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June-August 2006
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BLACK
HORSE EXTRA
Last
Stand at the Black Horse Corral
Hoofprints
Putting
the Facts in Fiction
Previous
Edition
In the
later
decades
of the twentieth century, the climate of the publishing world changed
and
genre fiction fell on harder times. Both in the United States and
Britain
once thriving companies merged into ever-larger corporates unable to
live
with the modest but steady sales that characterized the market for
traditional
western novels. Whole lines were dropped from publishers' lists and
established authors found themselves orphaned.
In this new
climate, one independent, family owned publishing house
held out,
successfully supplying a niche library market for hardcovers. Robert
Hale
Ltd -- led by its
indefatigable chairman and managing director John Hale -- became an oasis
in the encroaching desert of disinterest. Eventually the firm set up
under its imprint the Black Horse Western series, now incredibly
entering its twenty-first year.
Hale became a
sanctuary for famous western authors whose work needed a
new UK home for hardcover editions. The names that appeared in the Hale
catalogue included Louis L'Amour, Ernest Haycox, Lewis B. Patten,
William Colt MacDonald and Max Brand. Thus novice writers, only a few
of whom graduated to showing
more conceit than ability or knowledge of the genre, were honoured to
have
their first western novels placed on the same shelves as the best the
world
could offer.
Below, a
Hale-launched talent who has never presumed to be a Big Boss
Man,
despite large success, tells in a lead article how he struck up a
lasting friendship
with one of the giants who found BHWs a refuge when a seemingly harsh
decision
threatened to cut short his writing life prematurely. David Whitehead
(aka
Ben Bridges) generously writes for us about Leonard Meares, the
Australian
writer better known as Marshall Grover or Marshall McCoy, creator of
Larry
and Stretch (Larry and Streak) and Big Jim (Nevada Jim).
You will also
find the latest intriguing set of Hoofprints
reports and a
knowledgeable article on research for today's fiction writers by
another
of the true professionals -- Mike Linaker (aka Neil Hunter and Richard
Wyler).
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David
Whitehead remembers Leonard Meares
LAST STAND AT THE BLACK HORSE CORRAL
"Six men
beaten unconscious, three with busted jaws. Somebody got a broken arm.
A
bartender got a fractured skull. Hell! I just don't understand rannies
like
Valentine and Emerson. Why do they have to behave that way?"
Dowling coughed behind his hand. "Uh . .
. " he grunted. "From what I heard, it seems somebody insulted their
home state. . . ."
Drift!
Marshall
Grover
FEW writers are
ever fortunate enough to number their books in the hundreds -- but BHW
contributor Leonard F. Meares was one of them. When he died
in 1993, Len could lay claim to more than 700 published novels -- 746,
to
be precise -- the overwhelming majority of which were westerns.
And yet, incredibly, only a handful of them appeared under the Black
Horse Western banner.
A great irony
was that all but two of his BHWs were published posthumously. The two
he did get to see were Rescue
a Tall Texan
and Colorado
Runaround.
Leonard Frank
Meares was best known to western fans the world over as
“Marshall Grover”, creator of Texas
trouble-shooters Larry and Stretch. He was born in Sydney, Australia,
on 13 February 1921, and started reading the westerns of Zane Grey,
Clarence E Mulford and William Colt MacDonald when he was still a
child. A lifelong movie buff with a particular fondness for
shoot-’em-ups, he later recalled, “At that early
age I got a kick out of the humorous patches often seen in Buck Jones
films, and realised that humour should always be an integral part of
any western.”
Len worked at
a
variety of jobs
after leaving school, including shoe salesman. During the Second World
War
he served with the Royal Australian Air Force When he returned to
civilian life in 1946, he went to work at Australia’s
Department of Immigration.
The aspiring
author bought his
first typewriter in the mid-1950s with the intention of writing for
radio
and the cinema, but when this proved to be easier said than done, he
decided
to try his hand at popular fiction for the print media. Since a great
many
paperback westerns were being published locally, he set about writing
one
of his own. The result, Trouble
Town,
was published by the
Cleveland Publishing Company in 1955. Although Len had devised the
pseudonym
“Marshall Grover” for his first book, Cleveland
decided to issue it under
the name Johnny Nelson. “I’m still chagrined about
that,” he told me years later.
Undaunted, he
quickly developed a facility for writing westerns, and Cleveland
eventually put him under contract. His tenth yarn, Drift! (1956),
introduced his fiddle-footed knights-errant, Larry Valentine and
Stretch Emerson, the characters for
which he would eventually become so beloved. And nowhere was the
author’s
quirky sense of humour more apparent than in these action-packed and
always
painstakingly plotted yarns.
With his work
appearing under such names as “Ward Brennan”,
“Glenn Murrell”, “Shad Denver”
and even “Brett Waring” (a pseudonym more correctly
associated with Keith Hetherington), Len never needed more than 24
hours to devise a new plot. “Irving Berlin once said that
there are so many notes on a keyboard from which to create a new
melody, and it’s the same with writing on a treadmill
basis.”
At his most
prolific, the by-now full-time writer could turn out around thirty
books a year. In 1960, he created a brief but memorable series of
westerns set in and around the town of Bleak Creek. Four years later
came The
Night McLennan Died, the
first of more than 70 oaters to feature cavalryman-turned-manhunter Big
Jim Rand.
In mid-1966,
Len
left Cleveland and started writing exclusively for the Horwitz Group.
Quick to exploit its latest asset, Horwitz soon sold more than 30
novels to Bantam Books for publication in the United States, where for
legal reasons “Marshall
Grover” became “Marshall McCoy”,
“Larry and Stretch” became “Larry and
Streak”
and “Big Jim Rand” became “Nevada Jim
Gage”. With their tighter editing and
wonderful James Bama covers, I believe the westerns issued during this
period
are probably the author’s best.
Although I
started reading the
Larry and Stretch series when I was about 10 years old, it
wasn’t until 1979 (and I had reached the ripe old age of 21)
that I finally decided to contact the author, via his publisher. When
he eventually replied, I discovered a genial, self-deprecating and
incredibly genuine
man who showed real interest in his readers. And since we seemed to hit
it off so well, what started out as a simple, one-off letter of
appreciation quickly blossomed into a warm and lively correspondence
which was to last for 14 years.
Len began his
association with Robert Hale Limited in 1981, with Jo
Jo and the Private Eye, the
first of five “Marty Moon” detective novels
published under
the name “Lester Malloy”. Hale also issued his
offbeat romance, The
Future and Philomena,
as by “Val Sterling”, in 1982. He even scored
with two standalone crime novels, The
Battle of Jericho Street (1984)
as by “Frank Everton”, and Dead
Man Smiling (1986),
published
under his own name.
His first BHW
was, fittingly enough, a Larry and Stretch yarn entitled Rescue
a Tall Texan (1989).
It’s an entertaining entry into the long-running series in
which Stretch, the homely, amiable but always slower-witted half of the
duo, is kidnapped by an outlaw gang in need of a hostage. Naturally,
Larry quickly sets
out to track down and rescue his partner, and
is joined along the way
by an erudite half-Sioux Indian with the unlikely name of Cathcart P.
Slow
Wolf, and the always-apoplectic Pinkerton operative, Dan Hoolihan, both
popular recurring characters in the series. The climax is a typically
robust
shootout in which Larry and Stretch mix it up with no less than 13
hardcases
-- 13, in this instance, proving to be an extremely unlucky number for
the
bad guys.
At
Len’s suggestion, the UK hardcover rights in Rescue
a Tall Texan were
sold to Hale by the Horwitz Group, and I’ve always wondered
why Horwitz never tried to sell any further Larry and Stretch westerns
on to the good people at Clerkenwell House. Certainly, these books
remain enormously popular with the library readership, and Ulverscroft
continue to issue large print Linford editions, even today.
In any case,
Len
soon decided to create a new double-act specifically for the Black
Horse Western market, in the shape of husband-and-wife detectives Rick
and Hattie Braddock.
Rick and
Hattie
first appeared in Colorado
Runaround,
which was published in 1991. Rick is a former cowboy, actor and
gambler, Hattie (née Keever) a one-time magician’s
assistant, chorus girl and knife-thrower’s target. Thrown
together by circumstances, the couple eventually fall in love, get
spliced and set up the Braddock Detective Agency. Their first case
involves the disappearance of a wealthy rancher’s daughter,
and it takes place -- as did all of Len’s westerns -- on an
historically sketchy but always largely good-natured frontier, where
the harsh realities of life seldom make an appearance.
And in that
last
respect, Len’s fiction always reflected his own character,
for here was a very moral and fair-minded man with a commendably
innocent, straightforward and almost naïve outlook on life --
a man who would always rather see the good in a person, place or
situation than the bad.
Colorado
Runaround,
like the BHWs which followed it, is typical -- though not vintage --
Meares. There’s a deceptively intricate plot, regular bursts
of action, oddball
supporting characters and plenty of laughs. In all respects, it is the
work of a writer’s writer. But the humour is somewhat
hit-or-miss, and
is as likely to make the story as break it.
This
observation also applies
to Len’s three “Rick and Hattie” sequels, The
Major and the Miners (1992),
in which the heroes attempt to solve a whole passel of
mysteries and restore peace to an increasingly restive mining town; Five
Deadly Shadows (1993),
a far more satisfying kidnap story; and Feud
at Greco Canyon (1994),
in which the happily married
sleuths work overtime to avert a full-scale range-war.
Len’s
final western series, set in Rampart County, Montana, is probably his
most disappointing. Montana
Crisis (1993)
is a pretty standard tale about how a growing town gets a sheriff -- in
the form of overly officious ex-Pinkerton operative Francis X. Rooney
-- and his laconic deputy, Memphis Beck. In the first adventure, they
break the iron rule of megalomaniac entrepreneur Leon Coghill, but
curiously, there’s more talk than action.
Things perk
up a
bit in the sequel, Rooney’s
Second Deputy (1994),
a mystery that also involves a daring robbery. This time round, the
story is propelled more by gambler Beau Latimore (the deputy of the
title) and Len’s supporting characters, who prove to be far
more “reader friendly” than the starchy Rooney.
In summary
then,
it is probably fairer to judge Len’s undoubted merits as a
western writer more on his Cleveland and Horwitz titles -- which I
cannot praise highly enough -- than
those he wrote for Hale. But why should this be?
To answer
that
question, we need to understand what was happening in Len’s
professional life at that time they were written.
In the spring
of
1991, the author
was requested by Horwitz not to produce any more Larry and Stretch
westerns
for six months. Apparently, Horwitz had built up a substantial backlog
of
material, and couldn’t see much point in buying new
manuscripts when there were so many older ones still awaiting
publication. It was during this
period that Len wrote and sold his first BHW.
When he
delivered his next “Marshall Grover” book just
before Christmas 1991, however, Horwitz dropped a bombshell. The
company had decided to close down its paperback arm altogether, and
in future would only require one Larry and Stretch story each month (as
against the two Len usually produced), to sell on to the still-buoyant
Scandinavian market.
Len’s
wife, Vida, put it this way: “He was more or less
sacked.”
Len’s
immediate instinct was to find another publisher and continue writing
Marshall Grover westerns for the English-speaking market. Under the
terms of his contract, however, Horwitz owned both the Grover name and
the Grover characters -- and weren’t about to allow him to
take them anywhere else.
To a man who
had
spent 36 years as “the Marshall”, and almost as
long writing literally hundreds of Larry and Stretch yarns, it was a
devastating turn of events -- not least financially -- and Len quickly
went into decline. In a letter to me, Vida Meares
remembered, “When out of our home or talking on the phone,
[Len] was
still the same cheerful, quick-witted man, but at home he was
downhearted
and feeling well-nigh finished.”
And though he
continued to write
Larry and Stretch, he often told me how unhappy he was that his
English-speaking fans, who had stuck with the series for so long, would
no longer get
the chance to follow the Texans’ adventures.
This, then,
was
the backdrop against which Len wrote his Black Horse Westerns. In low
spirits, and with his professional life in turmoil, I believe he was
attempting to create new characters to replace those who had become his
constant companions over the years, and whom he viewed very much as his
“children”. But though he
gave each and every one of his BHWs as much care and attention as
possible, Larry and Stretch proved to be an impossible act to follow --
which only
depressed him more.
Just over a
year
later, in January 1993, Len contracted viral pneumonia and was
hospitalised for the condition. His daughter Gaby later wrote to me,
“When I visited him on 3 February,
he was giving the nurses cheek and, as usual, more concerned about my
mother’s
welfare than his own.” Early the following morning, however,
he took a
sudden turn for the worse and passed away in his sleep.
Vida Meares
told
me, “Marshall Grover and my husband were the same person --
and Horwitz killed Marshall Grover.”
And though
this
was clearly not
the case, I do believe that the decision taken by Horwitz to stop
publishing Larry and Stretch, coupled with their refusal to allow him
to take his pseudonym and characters elsewhere, certainly contributed
to Len’s decline.
The last two
Leonard Meares books to appear in the BHW line -- Tin
Star Trio (1994)
and A
Quest of Heroes
(1996) -- were written not by Len at all, but by Link Hullar (himself
the author of five BHWs) and me, from fragments found among
Len’s papers.
Tin
Star Trio began
life as an untitled short story featuring two drifters called Zack
Holley and Curly Ryker. As soon as I started reading it, I realised
that Len had been toying with the idea of continuing to write Larry and
Stretch -- most probably for publication by Hale -- but changing the
characters’ names
to avoid any legal difficulties. The story revolved around a missing
cashbox hidden in a remote canyon, and told how Zack and Curly manage
to thwart
the attempts of a band of outlaws to retrieve it.
Link and I
both
felt that it would be a nice to expand the story into a short novel,
and with the blessing of Vida Meares, that’s exactly what we
did. Although we aged the characters a little (because we’ve
both always preferred westerns that feature older, slightly
over-the-hill heroes), we tried to recapture some of the spirit of Len
at his best. Even the titles of the chapters are all taken from
previous Larry and Stretch books.
A
Quest of Heroes came
about at the suggestion Australian singer Dave Mathewson, a Marshall
Grover fan from way back, who had earlier recorded a sort of
“tribute
album” entitled The
Marshall, Larry and Stretch and Me and You.
Dave’s brief plot, which was all about a bandit gang who
kidnap white
women in order to sell them into slavery south of the border, gave us
an
ideal opportunity to bring back not just Larry and Stretch (here once
again
masquerading as Zack and Curly), but all of Len’s best-known
characters,
including Big Jim Rand, Slow Wolf, Hoolihan and more. Naturally, we had
to change the names of all the main players, but I like to think that
we
produced a book that Len would have approved of.
In any case,
it’s hardly my place to pass judgement on either Tin
Star Trio or A
Quest of Heroes,
but I must say that I could not have wished for a
better collaborator on these two projects. Link Hullar, like myself,
was a
close friend and fan of Len’s, and I have always considered
Link to be Len’s
natural successor.
Even though
the
BHWs of Len Meares might not be among his greatest achievements, I
still enjoy re-reading them occasionally. Be they good, bad or
indifferent, Len himself is there in every line, and reading them again
is like visiting
with him again. He was a skilled and tireless writer, a truly wonderful
friend,
and I remember him -- will always
remember him -- with tremendous
affection.
--
David Whitehead, aka Ben Bridges, Glenn Lockwood and others.
Visit his personal website at www.benbridges.co.uk.
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Lost
brand?
Arnie's
soundbite.
Pulp
lessons.
Hondo
enigmas.
Secret
history.
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Tracking
lighter impressions
HOOFPRINTS
The Gun That Won the West, the famous
Winchester rifle, may have
fired its last shot. The United States Repeating Arms Company plant,
in New Haven, Connecticut, where it was manufactured since 1866, closed
its doors at the end of March. A city government spokeswoman
told Agence
France Presse the mayor's office had been searching for an investor to
take over from Belgian manufacturer Herstal, which had bought the right
to use the famous brand name from US firm Olin. "Otherwise, our fear is
that the Winchester name will end up overseas," said Catherine
Sullivan-DeCarlo.
This would be an ironic turn for the celebrated lever-action gun that
made rapid reloading and fire possible. The Winchester was based on the
Henry rifle, used during the Civil War. Pioneers heading West adopted
it
and near-mythical personalities like Buffalo
Bill made it their
weapon of choice. Movies and television helped maintain the gun's
celebrity status long into the 20th century. James
Stewart used the 1873
model in the classic 1950 movie Winchester
'73.
Reading Mike
Stotter's recent BHE article
brought back memories for his friend and fellow BHW author David
Whitehead. And a smile or two,
Dave says -- "especially when I read that oh-so-true reference to my
matinee-idol good looks!" One point Dave confirmed correctly
was the origin of the Ben
Bridges pen-name. "I remember
Mike phoning me to tell me that his sister, Lesley Bridges, had just
had a baby and he was going to be called Ben. 'Ben Bridges?' I replied.
'That sounds like a western writer.' And to myself I thought, I'm
having that name! And I did." A few years later, when Mike
and Dave were
chatting, Mike said he, too, fancied using a pen-name. Dave suggested
he
used his parents' names to produce Jim
A. Nelson? "Why?" Mike asked.
"Because that's what you are," Dave replied. "You're Jim and Nell's
son."
More fun from
pen-names . . . David Whitehead
also remembers getting the shock of his life many years ago when he saw
the Arnold Schwarzenegger
movie Commando.
"There was a scene where Arnie's character is being taken by plane to
some remote island. As he settles into his seat, a voice on the tannoy
system announces, 'Ben Bridges will be served shortly.' It still
sounded like that to me when I saw the film again recently. But what
the voice actually said, of course, was 'Beverages will be served
shortly.'"

Australian-based
BHW writer Keith Hetherington
(aka Jake Douglas, Clayton
Nash, Hank J. Kirby, Tyler Hatch)
envied the picture posted with colleague Chap
O'Keefe's recent Extra article
on Writers and Money. "Aw,
mate, that view from your studio window! When I lived on top of Buderim
Mountain, I had a view across bushland to the Southern Coral Sea and
the islands of Moreton Bay -- some of the highest sand dunes in the
world gleaming white there." But after major health problems, it became
necessary for
Keith to find somewhere flatter. "So now I live at the bottom of
Buderim Mountain. There's a lot of bush around, plenty of birdlife and
so on, though
I do miss my sea view. Very restful after a day in the desert or out on
the range shooting the bad guys et cetera! As for my present doings . .
. well, a real chop-suey . . . . Have finished what could
well be the last
in the Madigan
series, though I've left an open ending in
case I get the urge to return to it."
Tips
from the past for writers of BHWs. . . . Way back in the golden
age of American pulp fiction, a new editor of the magazine Adventure
sent out a circular letter to his team of authors. He said, "A good Adventure
story is one the reader puts down feeling 'By God, there was a man! I
could follow a guy like that anywhere.'" The editor advised fictional
exploration of the motives that led men to become the likes of cowboys
and sailors. "What dreams or inarticulate ideals, yearnings or hopes
drove
them?" He also said women were welcome in Adventure
stories,
"contrary to some mistaken opinion". Men and women belonged to one
another:
"It is normal and rather wholesome to find either where the other is .
.
. . Many of the finest and best remembered of Adventure's
outstanding stories contained women characters of really vivid
personality." One BHW writer who has heeded this lesson for years is Chap
O'Keefe. In
July, Robert Hale Ltd publish Misfit
Lil Rides In,
the first
title in a new series of westerns featuring a lively and entertaining
young
rebel in the dime-novel tradition of Hurricane
Nell and Calamity
Jane.
Western
novels and Hollywood
often portray the Old West's ordinary folk as cowards, with shopkeepers
and farmers quaking in their boots in the face of wild cowboys,
brawlers or outlaws. But
retired history professor Roger
D. McGrath told The
New American
magazine that the population was disproportionately strong, courageous,
adventurous and enterprising. Those who weren't, didn't migrate to the
frontier. "Think of Shane.
In reality, most farmers were tough as nails and so, too, were many
shopkeepers. Moreover, most of them were well armed and had grown up
using firearms to put food on the table, to keep Indians at bay, and to
drive the nail or snuff the candle at shooting matches." Additionally,
in the 1860s, '70s, and '80s, many on the frontier were
veterans of the Mexican or Civil Wars. "If ever there were a people not
to fool with, even if they lived in a town, it was those who inhabited
the Old West. The James and Dalton gangs learned this the hard way.
In
September 1876, the James gang -- eight strong -- rode into Northfield,
Minnesota, intending to rob the First National Bank.
The townsfolk grabbed guns and routed them. These were ordinary
citizens -- butchers, bakers, barbers, hardware merchants, and nary a
lawman among them."
A May exhibition at the Mary Newton
Gallery, Wellington, was The
World Keeps Turning,
in which New Zealand sculptor Scott
Eady investigated aspects of
manhood through the classic 1953 movie Hondo,
starring John Wayne.
The centrepiece was a life-size Wayne cast in resin, encased in
buckskin, eyes shielded by the broad brim of his hat, and about to fire
the last shots from his Winchester rifle. His gunbelt was empty of all
but one cartridge -- 36 of them had been spent on empty bronze bean
cans shot full of lead and littering the floor. One can remained
standing on a fence-post, awaiting the Winchester’s final
blast. A huge inflatable
moon, bearing the marks of three bullet entry holes, sat just feet
away,
a gesture of Hondo’s love for an anonymous woman. Eady said,
“Hondo was
one of the most unobtainable characters ever played by Wayne. He
portrayed
an image no man could ever live up to. My Hondo lovingly reproduces the
aesthetic
associated with westerns and cowboys but sends up its hollowness,
evident
in one of Wayne’s own quotes: 'Tomorrow –
the time that gives a man just
one more chance – is one of the many things that I feel are
wonderful in
life. So’s a good horse under you. Or the only campfire for
miles around. Or a quiet night and a nice soft hunk of ground to sleep
on. . . . It comes into us at midnight very clean.
It’s perfect when it arrives and it
puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something
from yesterday.'”
Britain's National Film Theatre ran a
season of movies under the
title Tales
from the Big Country: the Classic Westerns. In
the newspaper The
Independent,
commentator David Thomson
argued that the classics were long gone, "And a good thing, too," he
said,
"because they rarely told the truth about the lyin' and cheatin' that
won
the West." But Thomson was also critical of the newer generation of
screen
westerns. "Deadwood reeks
of period detail and foul language.
The latter is less easy to defend. Truth to tell, history suggests that
amid violence, cruelty and exploitation, the 19th-century West was
strangely
God-fearing, and not much given to profanity. It's just that by today's
tough standards we assume that the language was coarse and the sexual
relations
constant. Of course, the real history of medicine suggests something
different.
A lot of hoodlums in those days may have been shy and scared of the
pox."
The world's fascination with the
American frontier is deep-rooted. A
scholarly new book from the University of Oklahoma Press explores
for the
first time how in the early 19th century Britons avoided simplification
and instead portrayed the native peoples in a surprisingly complex
light. The book is American
Indians in British Art, 1799-1840
and includes 17
colour and 34 black and white illustrations. The author is Dr Stephanie
Pratt, a tribal member of the
Crow Creek Dakota Sioux, and currently
senior lecturer in art history at the University of Plymouth in Devon.
She
explains that during the period covered, the British allied themselves
with
Indian tribes to counter the American colonial rebellion. Their artists
pitched
in to produce a large volume of work focusing on the Indians. Although
these
works depicted their subjects as noble or ignoble savages, they also
represented
Indians as active participants in contemporary society.
Wanted: Contributions of Hoofprints and longer items! This supplement
for ALL readers and writers of BHWs is now produced separately from the
Yahoo BHW discussion group owned by
Howard Hopkins
(Lance Howard). The group
continues to operate under membership conditions enforced to suit
wishes that deny free flow of speech and information about westerns,
their authors and readership. Meanwhile, this site will be happy to
circulate YOUR news and tips on Black Horse Westerns and kindred
topics. Everything that is apposite will see the light of day as long
as it isn't illegal.
It will certainly not be necessary for your viewpoints to coincide with
Howard's friends'! Suppression is not the name of the game. The online
magazine
Black Horse Express was until very recently run with a similar
open-door
policy by Keith Chapman,
an experienced editor whose BHE work was
appreciated and praised world-wide. If you can support this new
project,
or supply feedback even in a small way, please contact us at feedback@blackhorsewesterns.com
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What's
in a name.
Buderim
retreat.
Minnesota mayhem.
Rugged detail.
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Mike Linaker on research
PUTTING THE FACTS
IN FICTION
The lone rider came slowly
across the burning, empty plain toward Fort Cameron, Texas. Behind him
stretched
the Texas badlands, a dry, cruel land of eroded rock, sand and dust,
towering
mesas and flat plain.
Ahead of him, far to the northwest, beyond the
fort, lay the silent wilderness of the Llano Estacado: The Staked
Plains.
It was mid-August. The time of white-hot days that brought with them
a shimmering curtain of silence, shrouding the savage land and
everything
on it.
The
Savage Journey
Richard
Wyler
THE essence of being a writer, apart from the overwhelming need to
write, is undiminishing curiosity. It comes with the territory.
To write you need knowledge of your chosen subject -- and in the
context of Black Horse Westerns that centres around all things Western.
The buzz word is research. It is an added pleasure that sits right
alongside the
actual writing (the creative part), because in seeking out whatever it
is you need, there's a learning curve that brings its own reward.
Curiosity is a wonderful thing. It constantly adds to your personal
store of understanding. Any research always leaves little scraps of
information inside your head that stay with you even when the initial
reason has been and gone. So your writing benefits and your own
internal storehouse gains a little bit more for yourself.
When I started writing and chose westerns as my subject, I had a little
knowledge on the genre. To add authenticity to my work I needed to go
and find what I needed. Back then all I had to aid me were magazines
and books, and my own enthusiasm and initiative. Over time I built up a
research library, adding to it as and when I needed. It could be an
expensive means to an end. On the plus side I found as much enjoyment
as I did helpful material.
Today the writer has the whole world at his fingertips in the form
of the Internet. A simple request, hit the key, and you are rewarded
with
site after site on the chosen subject. Anyone with a computer
and access
to the Internet has it all there waiting. Whatever your query
-- an example might be "relay stations" or "bandits" -- you should use
the search engines (Google, or whatever else is available).
Just put in your key words and the search will give you what you want.
Make your choices from the responses and do what writers do –
read, assimilate, pick your facts and figures and pare it down to what
fits your story. It is as simple as that. But to gain the ultimate
benefit you need to do it
yourself, because by doing that you add to your own store of background
information that will be there next time round.
A couple of days ago I needed some detail on the Bedouin of Jordan, to
bring into a current script. I spent a couple of hours on the Internet
and ended up with just what I needed. As a plus, I learned a lot about
the lives and customs of the Bedouin that was as absorbing as it was
informative. All it took was a single word typed into Google and there
it was.
"Go west, young man" can be translated today as "Go Google, young
man." It's already there on your computer. All you have to do
is ask the question.
What, then, if the information supplied looks too scanty for your needs?
Basic can be the word from some search sites -- but in the end a
fragment can be enough to spark off the imagination, my friend. And
that's the key to writing: imagination.
Too much nonsense is clucked about genre fiction. Remember that's what
it is: FICTION. Some western critics get in a steam with their
comments. They bandy about claims that "writers of westerns can't know
their subject of they don't come from Born & Bred Gulch, Right
In The Middle of Cowboy Arizona Land." Unless we are "genuine US
citizens we can't write westerns."
I don't see why these folk get into such a lather. No one is trying to
steal anything from them. We just want to write interesting, enjoyable
pieces of escapist fiction. That applies to American writers, too. Of
course,
you will always get the stiff-backed writers who get all huffy about
the
western being the sole property of the USA. They should be pleased that
there are readers and writers across the globe who believe enough in
the
genre, and have an abiding love of the subject, to want to keep it
alive.
The imagination, dedication to a realistic scenario and the desire
to make it believable (and this all within the accepted definition of a
fictional West) should be enough.
As the decades roll on and anyone who might have lived within the
"Western era" die, fewer and fewer people can claim to have lived
through that time. Okay, so Writer X might have been born and raised in
Arizona/New Mexico/Wyoming etcetera, and raised on a horse/cattle
ranch. That's great. But does it
automatically equip him to write about gunfights, or Indian wars and
rustling,
more than anyone else? We are in 2006, a long, long way from
the pioneer
days. So to have been born in the US doesn't necessarily equip a writer
with hands-on experience.
I am not attempting to put down anyone, or anything, here -- just
trying to say that a writer, any writer, depends on a number of facets
to bring his writing into perspective. The need is to write, to love
his subject, to do serious research, and above to give each piece of
work his best.
Also on the list comes what, I believe, is the crowning achievement --
that the writer gives the reader an enjoyable experience; makes them
laugh, cry, get excited at the triumphs of the characters and leaves
them satisfied at the end.
Spy novel, thriller, horror, science fiction, western. No writer in any
of those genres will have experienced all the events within the book.
But does that matter if the finished product has been written honestly
and makes the reader feel he has been through something true to its
subject matter? As a reader I want to be entertained, perhaps taught a
little, but the writer's background makes no difference to me. Male,
female, American, Chinese -- the word on the page is what gets my
interest. If I read a western and finish it thinking, "What a great,
realistic western," and then find out the
author is a retired 60-year-old Welshman, does that diminish my
feelings
for the book? I think not.
The writer Lee Child has written a series of novels about his character
Jack Reacher, a former US military cop. The books are set in America
and are written in hard, authentic detail. They are very popular, sell
well
– and Lee Child was born in and spent most of his
life in England. So
what does that spell out? That origins don't mean a damn thing when it
comes
to writing.
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sometimes, off-trail. The brand caters for all tastes.
July 2006’s impressive lineup will include West
of Tombstone
by Owen G. Irons
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Law
by Corba Sunman, Vengeance
at Bittersweet
by Dale Graham, Badlanders
by Ben Nicholas
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than 900 westerns) and The
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by popular Elliot Conway. Warbonnet
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is by Greg Mitchell,
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Vengeance. Chap O'Keefe,
author of the recent Ghost
Town Belles
and currently working on a seventeenth BHW at his home in New Zealand,
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Lil Rides In,
introducing what is believed to be BHWs'
first heroine to feature in her own series.
August will bring Bad
Day at Caliente,
another Angel adventure
by Daniel Rockfern.
Whether this is one of Mike Linaker‘s contributions
to the series, or the work of Angel creator Fred Nolan, remains to be
seen.
Australian Keith Hetherington strikes twice with Dead
Where You Stand
as Tyler Hatch
and Nevada
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