If you could choose a dead author to mentor you today, who would you choose and why?
Hemingway? Too gruff.
Edgar Allan Poe? Too creepy.
Faulkner? Too wordy.
Norman Mailer? Too drunk.
Tom Wolfe? Too alive.
He’s written four series, in two different genres (mystery and western). He’s written standalones. He was prolific; it seemed like he wrote at least a book a year for fifty years. I love his characters. I love his dialogue. I love the moral dilemmas he created for his characters. (His plots were, uh, utilitarian, for the most part, simply canvasses to paint on. But nobody’s perfect.)
Bob and I would have some fun…
We’d talk shop, down on the banks of the Charles in springtime, watching the college crew teams practice on the river. We’d stroll through Back Bay, discussing characterization and the role of the macho sidekick. We would enjoy a meal at the Chart House as we watched the planes descend toward Logan, deep in conversation about multiple book story arcs.
And he’d impress upon me the importance of researching the setting where a story takes place, insisting on hands-on experiential learning. We’d work out together at the local gym. Take in a new exhibit at the Museum of Science.
Catch a game or three at Fenway.
Yeah, I definitely could get into this whole being mentored thing.
(This entry is “simul-posted” on Criminal Minds.)