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I was reading John Irving's "Last Night On Twisted River" recently and thinking tha..."
Addendum - I didn't want to start out here criticizing another author I have the utmost respect for. I maybe should have restrained my impulse. It just happened to be something on my mind when I read this forum and seemed like a good discussion topic. (Sorry John)
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I might agree with you, generally, but I recently reread Son of the Circus and loved it as much as ever. I actually like Last Night on Twisted River, and it gets much better after the first one hundred pages, but it lacks the liveliness his other novels have.
To remove John Irving from the discussion, I guess I have noticed with a number of well known authors that by novel five or six, something symptomatic seems to manifest e.g. They might seem to get preoccupied with some obscurity, because they are looking for something different to write about, but it loses the reader. Sometimes it seems like they are trying to break out of their repertoire style and it doesn't work. Sometimes it just seems like they've run out of things to say.

I can say that I've never read a single novel he's written. However, from what I know, he writes within a pretty limited range of topics and plots and it would seem hard not to lose your edge trying to do that for decades.
It seems to me likely that writers get worn out with demands to recreate the same characters over and over, and deliver a new novel every year.
And the worst disappointments are the writers who have a stunning first few books, often because of novel subject matter, or presentation, or just skill with language. After a while, you've seen all their tricks. But their publishers won't let them try anything new.
And the worst disappointments are the writers who have a stunning first few books, often because of novel subject matter, or presentation, or just skill with language. After a while, you've seen all their tricks. But their publishers won't let them try anything new.

Edgar Rice Burroughs got tired of Tarzan.
Janet Evonovich decided it was easier to write the same novel over and over - instead of actually making Stephanie Plum choose 1 man.
J.K. Rowling put a cap on the Harry Potter books. Smart woman!
K.A. wrote: "Arthur Conan Doyle hated Sherlock Holmes and tried to kill him a couple of times - without success."
His mom wouldn't let him. Honest. Her letter to him is classic of emotional blackmail.
His mom wouldn't let him. Honest. Her letter to him is classic of emotional blackmail.

I should be so lucky at this point -eh?
K.A. wrote: "It does make me wonder - what if I came up with a character that I loathed but everyone else loved?"
It gets worse. Literature has a sort of inevitability about it, generally arising from its origins as morality tales. Certain characters just have to be severely punished, even killed. Your literary editor of yore tended to believe that he, his writer and his readers were all on the same side, that none of them would bring back a character from the dead, or spare him, for mere filthy lucre. Your modern editor is a dealmaker, more akin to a product manager at Heinz 57 Varieties than anything recognizable to literature. His accepted conventions aren't written in literature but on the bottom line. He won't let you kill a character that is popular with the new class of reader who doesn't know that literature has conventions and that civilization depends on observing them; he may not know himself if he's under forty.
So what will you do if the occasion arises? You're offered a commission for a novel with a nice advance "but only if you don't kill off the protagonist as you did in the last one". I've heard those very words.
It gets worse. Literature has a sort of inevitability about it, generally arising from its origins as morality tales. Certain characters just have to be severely punished, even killed. Your literary editor of yore tended to believe that he, his writer and his readers were all on the same side, that none of them would bring back a character from the dead, or spare him, for mere filthy lucre. Your modern editor is a dealmaker, more akin to a product manager at Heinz 57 Varieties than anything recognizable to literature. His accepted conventions aren't written in literature but on the bottom line. He won't let you kill a character that is popular with the new class of reader who doesn't know that literature has conventions and that civilization depends on observing them; he may not know himself if he's under forty.
So what will you do if the occasion arises? You're offered a commission for a novel with a nice advance "but only if you don't kill off the protagonist as you did in the last one". I've heard those very words.

Come to think of it - something like that came up once.
http://jordanscroft.blogspot.com/2009...

I think this is one of the drawbacks of becoming a career author. You focus less on the craft and more on the money side. Sometimes you may be forced to print material that has more cash purposes than anything else.

This is another area where I think being an indie writer rocks. Your fans may be interested in pressuring you to keep writing the same characters over and over, but they don't have you bound by contract. If you need/want to end a character, you can.


I thought the first book in her series was excellent, but then I heard whispers that it was her agent's rewrite that made it so good. Maybe that's true; maybe not. Some say her drop-off in quality coincided with her switching agents. Again, I don't know if that's true.
My regard for her hit bottom when, while doing research with the FBI, she got involved with a married FBI agent assigned to assist her. That struck me as an affront to an agency that had opened its doors to her. The affair nearly led to murder when the jealous spouse (also an FBI agent) learned what was going on. I thought Cornwell had shown herself to be astonishingly unprofessional, not to mention careless with the courtesy that had been extended to her by the FBI -- a resource many suspense/thriller authors would envy and never dream of squandering.
It surprised me when ATF, despite knowing about her history with the FBI, teamed up with her to work on a short-lived television series. A friend of mine (an ATF agent) was equally baffled by that cooperative venture.

I thought the first book in her series was excellent, but then I heard..."
Wow... Just wow...
Talk about life imitating art. That's how her series started, with Scarpetta (I assume a version of herself) having an affair with a married FBI agent.
I didn't know any of that about her. But I don't often spend much time reading up on the private lives of authors.

http://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Triangl...
You might enjoy reading other things about Cornwell's life. It's pretty interesting, beginning with her upbringing in Billy Graham's household. More recently she sued a money manager, claiming tens of millions of dollars had been stolen from her.
Patricia Sierra wrote: "You might enjoy reading other things about Cornwell's life. It's pretty interesting, beginning with her upbringing in Billy Graham's household. More recently she sued a money manager, claiming tens of millions of dollars had been stolen from her. "
One could wish that Life would find a better quality of Art to Imitate.
One could wish that Life would find a better quality of Art to Imitate.

The first books may not be high literature, but they were good mysteries and pioneered the medical examiner/CSI sort of evidence based mystery. And they never tried to be great art, they tried to be solid entertainment and succeeded admirably. That doesn't strike me as a bad thing.
Once she started phoning it in, the quality level dropped considerably, and all of her characters went into self-destructive downward spirals that no one should want to imitate.
As for higher quality of art, well, most of the high art I've been exposed to/sought out dwelt on loneliness, anomie, social ostracism, and pain. Why would any of us chose to imitate that?
Keryl wrote: "Andre Jute wrote: "One could wish that Life would find a better quality of Art to Imitate. "
As for higher quality of art, well, most of the high art I've been exposed to/sought out dwelt on loneliness, anomie, social ostracism, and pain. Why would any of us chose to imitate that?"
That's exactly the point I'm making, Keryl, that her life appears to be in a destructive spiral and the spiral of the books reflect it. I loved the first Scarpetta books for their freshness. But I can't say I liked any of Cornwell's cop groupie books; they were embarrassing from the first.
I'm anyway not big on the idea of striving consciously for art. My idea of the creation of art is that someone aims for superior craftsmanship and that art is judged by posterity. Living critics judging living artists have a pisspoor track record. (The horrid thought arises that I may be wrong about Larsson...)
As for higher quality of art, well, most of the high art I've been exposed to/sought out dwelt on loneliness, anomie, social ostracism, and pain. Why would any of us chose to imitate that?"
That's exactly the point I'm making, Keryl, that her life appears to be in a destructive spiral and the spiral of the books reflect it. I loved the first Scarpetta books for their freshness. But I can't say I liked any of Cornwell's cop groupie books; they were embarrassing from the first.
I'm anyway not big on the idea of striving consciously for art. My idea of the creation of art is that someone aims for superior craftsmanship and that art is judged by posterity. Living critics judging living artists have a pisspoor track record. (The horrid thought arises that I may be wrong about Larsson...)
Keryl wrote: "loneliness, anomie, social ostracism, and pain"
Gee. I had to look up "anomie" -- which I always assumed meant that sort of posturing self-inflicted alienation French intellectuals adhere to until someone offers them a well-paying television job -- to discover that, like most French words, it is firmly rooted in a rootless dungheap:
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anomie |ˈanəˌmē| (also anomy)
noun
lack of the usual social or ethical standards in an individual or group : the theory that high-rise architecture leads to anomie in the residents.
DERIVATIVES
anomic |əˈnämik; əˈnō-| |əˈnɑmɪk| |əˈnoʊmɪk| |əˈnɒmɪk| adjective
ORIGIN 1930s: from French, from Greek anomia, from anomos ‘lawless.’
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Gee. I had to look up "anomie" -- which I always assumed meant that sort of posturing self-inflicted alienation French intellectuals adhere to until someone offers them a well-paying television job -- to discover that, like most French words, it is firmly rooted in a rootless dungheap:
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anomie |ˈanəˌmē| (also anomy)
noun
lack of the usual social or ethical standards in an individual or group : the theory that high-rise architecture leads to anomie in the residents.
DERIVATIVES
anomic |əˈnämik; əˈnō-| |əˈnɑmɪk| |əˈnoʊmɪk| |əˈnɒmɪk| adjective
ORIGIN 1930s: from French, from Greek anomia, from anomos ‘lawless.’
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The hot topic in my time was Christian Democracy v. Social Democracy. Since I was certain to be the spokesman for whichever side won, I spent my time with women instead, and became a better person, or at least happier. I also thought up and executed elaborate practical jokes, including a successful one on both Houses of Parliament.
Someone recommended Cornwell's books to me and while I couldn't get hold of the first few, I read a handful from the middle of the Scarpetta series. Overall, her writing bordered on the formulaic rather than the original. Long after reading those I bought the first 3 and those were so much better and easier to read for some reason. There is nothing worse than a writer whose formulaic writing has taken over the character of the story.

She's a strange character though Patricia. I have seen and read articles online and in print where she comes across almost as a deranged lunatic.


You are correct about bipolar disorder. It is also amazing to see how many creative people - writers, artists, actors - have it.


I'm a rapid cycler, so it's hard for people around me to spot the subtle changes that overtake me in, say, an hour's time. It was more obvious many years ago when I was working, having to sleep on a schedule and be somewhere for x-number of hours per day. I don't do well in captivity. And anyone who's in there with me doesn't like it very much either.
You are lucky Patricia. My mom is an unmedicated Bipolar sufferer. She refuses any type of treatment. We don't communicate anymore and haven't for many years. Her highs are awesome, her lows kill me.
Genius seems to attract mental disorders, especially artistic genius.
Genius seems to attract mental disorders, especially artistic genius.

I'm sorry to hear about your mom. There was a time, years ago, when I couldn't go without meds -- but I always wanted to. I'd stop them, only to discover they were necessary to keep me on an even keel (I suspect that bipolars usually think they know more than their doctors do). But I know many bipolars who never found the right chemical cocktail, so they reject them all. They're just too worn out, too beaten down to keep on searching for the combination that works for them. I also know a couple who are unwilling to give up the highs.
I wonder if your mom may have mellowed during the years you've been apart. The older I've gotten, the happier and more stable (mood-wise) I've gotten. I've read that the condition gets worse with age, but my experience has been just the opposite.
No she's gotten worse the older she gets. I see her once a year when I visit with my sister over Christmas. She's around me, around my two kids, but I don't acknowledge her or speak to her. She's 67, and after our last bout of really bad behaviour about 11 years ago I had her committed to a psych ward for a week. She was physically out of control, hurting others. Our relationship since then has disintegrated into less than nothing. I'm at peace with it. It took me a long time to realise that the woman who is my mother doesn't want help and I cannot live my life waiting for her to react to anything.


"Do you find your favorite authors seem to lose their edge over their lifetimes?"
I find everyone seems to lose their edge over their lifetimes. The perspective you have as a poverty stricken 20 year old angry at the system is very different from the perspective you have as a financially successful 40 year old with kids to worry about.
I think partly it's that a 20 year old has greater energy and reslience than a 40 year old but a 40 year old also has many more demands on that energy unless you become an antisocial recluse (which many writers do). By the time you hit 60 even the most hard driving business people have usually come to the conclusion that playing with your grandkids is a more worthy way to spend time than conducting corporate take overs. As someone famous said - nobody dies wishing that they'd spent more time at the office.


Hmm... in this context I tend to think of edge as professional competence in whatever field we happen to be discussing.
Like if Stephen King started writing cute and fuzzy bunny stories for those potential grandbabies and cutting the creepy stuff out of his horror novels, I'd say it's safe to say he's lost his edge as a horror writer. But, if the resulting works are still well written and fun to read, I wouldn't say he's lost his edge as a writer.
And honestly, having read what feels like an immense collection of works from hungry 20-somethings, I prefer the maturity that comes with some creature comforts. There's usually more depth, more understanding, and more wisdom in the works of older, more settled writers. Not to say that the young and brash don't have interesting things to say, but if I'm looking at average work quality, I'll take something written by a comfortable 30/40 year old any day.
Now, as for losing edginess, yes, that certainly happens as we get older and more comfortable. Boundary pushing is not an old man's game.


I know all about that. One of the good things about my favorite writing spot: no TV and no internet. (Plus they'll take care of my kids for two hours.) Most people think I'm bonkers when I say I write at the gym, but it's really a good place to work. Minimal distractions and everyone there is very nice.
I was reading John Irving's "Last Night On Twisted River" recently and thinking that it seemed kind of limp compared to many of his novels I've loved over my lifetime. I've noticed this with other authors I love as well. Definitely not all, but some people seem to age and become different writers, less firey, less ambitious, maybe.
Just looking for other opinions on this.
As a new writer who's just published his first novel, I've added this fear to my list of other pitfalls to look for while I age.
J