Joe again. Those of you who know me are probably wondering why I'm posting two serious comments in a row, albeit weeks apart. I dunno. I'll come up with something snarky eventually, but for now, we stick with the side of me that doesn't inspire laughter. Or fear. Or both. Mainly fear that you'll laugh.
I do have a very strong opinion on blogs and the creepy people you don't know who start following you. Nathan Bransford must sit in his bedroom with a shotgun and a flashlight, jumping at every sound. Someday I'll post that opinion on blogging in full.
For today, a book review: I Am Legend, by Richard Matheson. I will come right out and say I liked the Wil Smith movie better. Incidentally, that was the most recent of three film adaptations.
The book was disappointing...from a reader's perspective. From a writer's perspective, I'm going to insist on it being a must read. It really is a marvelously weaved bit of storytelling.
Therein lies the conundrum. I don't pull novels off the shelf to learn technique. I like to be entertained. I hate when my inner editor chimes in.
"Do you see what David Drake did there?"
"Yeah, dude shot an alien in the chest and then stabbed the other alien in the eyeball. Go away and let me read."
Okay, schizophrenic leanings aside, on with the review. Yeah, I know, finally.
Bearing in mind the book was written in the '50s, I was a little surprised by how much the MC wanted to get it on with the female monsters (in the book, they're vampires, which is different from the vampirish/zombie-ish/too-many-days-in-a-tanning-bedish freaks in the movie) beating on his door every night.
The stories are very dissimilar between the movie and the book, by the way. There is a dog in both, a barricaded house, non-human former humans, and that's about it.
Matheson was indeed born a gifted writer. Also, he looked like a nerdy Willie Nelson. Look at the picture. I dare you to argue.
He takes the mundane and makes you read it. You're not enthralled, but he makes every scene seem like it's setting up something bigger. Sometimes, they were just mundane scenes.
As a writer, Matheson was a ground breaker. He brought the non-spiritistic vampire to the mainstream, and also the shock ending.
This is where he lost me as a reader. You sit, reading and wondering how it's all going to turn out, and then after a plot twist that explodes out of nowhere, it all crashes into an abrupt shock ending. I found it unsatisfying and didn't like it.
It is within that shock ending, though, that we can all learn a thing or two about writing. Namely his last line: I am legend.
Once you read that line, you take a pensive look back at the rest of the story. You realize how all of those mundane things the MC was doing made him a legend.
Matheson totally set you up for something huge, then let you down, then made you go, "Dude! That was brilliant!" Like the fireworks scene in Coneheads.
I'm laying even money all comments (if any) on this post will be about Coneheads. Someone's going to mention the high dive, then the golf club scene, consume mass quantities...
In short (haha, Joe, too late for THAT!), the ending comes so quick after the whirlwind plot twist, it's a little irritating. But his closing sentence is quite possibly one of most profound endings in literature. Like Ali's "anchor punch" on Liston in '64, it was short and didn't look like much, but it still rocked an ending.
--Joe
