Writing
a series is not easy, and sometimes the original writer might not have even
intended to pen a series. There are perhaps two approaches:
1.
A
character or set of characters cry out for more treatment, more adventures, so
a series is born – perhaps extending from a sequel
2.
The
writer plans a situation or a number of plots and creates characters who have
the longevity to span more than one novel
I
suspect that Bernard Cornwell’s Sharpe didn’t begin as a series, no more than C
S Forester’s Hornblower. But their characters demanded more – including books
harking back to their past. The back stories of both Hornblower and Sharpe were
novels written some time after the first book in the series was published. The
Richard Bolitho novels by Alexander Kent (Douglas Reeman) also followed this
pattern, written out of chronological sequence. [Interestingly, Reeman’s first
book was published in 1958 and his latest was in 2011; he’s now 91].
Unintended
series
Usually,
these begin with the nagging requirement to write a sequel. Sequels tend to
demand to be written because the hero or heroine has unfinished business. In
actual fact, the author has invested time and emotion in the character and it
is painful to leave that ‘person’ in limbo (even if it was ‘happy ever after’).
And of course in the writing of the sequel, more story lines insinuate
themselves into the author’s psyche. This kind of series can present the
biggest problem for the author, because sometimes the first book has presented
a kind of strait-jacket, a constriction that has to be broken to allow for more
free rein in the future. That strait-jacket might be a job or a spouse; either
of which may have to be jettisoned for the series to continue.
Intentional
series
A
series can be rewarding not only for the reader, but also for the author.
Naturally, to begin with salient points have been mapped in the main character’s
life, to progress the series. But it’s the putting on of flesh that makes the
project so intriguing. I’m a great believer in planning a book, but within that
plan there’s still scope for diversions that might provide material for later
adventures. These diversions may be caused by new characters being introduced
or by unexpected events precipitated by the plot device.
The
planned series begins with a central idea. A mission for the hero or heroine. A
goal or a quest. The black magic series Night Hunter by Robert Faulcon (Robert
Holdstock) began with black magicians kidnapping the hero’s wife, daughter and
son for nefarious purposes, leaving him for dead. He survived and began delving
into the supernatural, seeking clues to the whereabouts of his family, his
quest sustained for six books (1983-1987). Pick a genre and you’ll find
hundreds of series books in that genre: crime, science fiction, fantasy, and
horror, for example. You can search for series and get some surprises too.
This site is quite interesting. I was surprised at the dominant series titles – but bear in mind that the more books in the series, the more votes/readers that series is likely to get:
http://www.fictfact.com/most-popular-by-genre/cozy
I’m
dipping my toe in the series concept with two strands: The Tana Standish Spy
Series and the Avenging Cat series.
The
‘Avenging Cat’ begins with:
Catalyst – which introduces Catherine (‘Cat’) Vibrissae who is on a mission of vengeance against Loup Malefice, CEO and owner of Cerberus, a global company of dubious ethics.
“Yes,” Avril said. “I get a small retainer from one
of the anti-pollution groups, DOSE - Defenders of Sacred Earth. Not much. But
they want me to continue, just in case anything goes amiss. They keep quoting
PCB pollution at me. I point out that the stuff’s banned, but they insist I
carry on checking. Distrustful lot…” She shrugged. “But they pay.”
Len tapped his fingers on the desk. “PCBs?”
“Polychlorinated
Biphenyls,” Cat said. “Highly toxic, used in the manufacturing processes of
paints, adhesives, polish, electrical equipment. Firms were pretty cavalier
with it…”
Len chortled. “Is this the chemist in you coming out
now?”
“You’re a chemist?” Avril said.
“Yes…”
Avril leaned forward, in interrogator’s mode. “But I
thought you were a model.”
“I’m both. Modelling pays better – and my hours
aren’t so regular.’
Avril narrowed her eyes, faced Len.
“Cathy’s right. PCBs were banned in the late 1970s, early 80s.”
“Well,” Len said, “that’s all right,
then, surely?”
“No, not really.”
Cat explained, “What Avril means is
that PCBs can remain in seawater for a thousand years…”
That
evening, they all sat at a long table, Gerard on her right, Rick on her left.
Opposite were Howard and Abdel. The walls of the dining room were adorned with
oil paintings, landscapes, views of Tangier, and seascapes, all executed by
Gerard. “You’ve captured the light perfectly,” Cat said. “Your style reminds me
of the Orientalists.”
“Why, thank you, my dear. I simply
adore Delacroix.” Gerard wore a cravat, a red silk shirt and loose flannel
trousers with open-toed sandals. Quite the Bohemian, she thought.
Glad to be free of trousers and
shirt this evening, she’d chosen a simple black dress. But out of respect for
Abdel, she’d draped her shoulders with a wispy black lace shawl that covered
the enticing generous ‘v’.
Howard nursed his Volubilia Gris, a
white wine he recommended, and stared away into memory. “I remember you wearing
that black ensemble, it seemed more like mourning clothes – except for the
revealing décolletage, I might add.”
“And no visible panty line, as I
recall,” chimed in Gerard with glee.
“Because,” Cat replied, “I wasn’t
wearing any.”
Howard guffawed.
“I’ve been to some of Cathy’s
fashion shows,” Rick said. “I’m sure she’d appear elegant even in a bin-liner!”
She closed her hand over his and
squeezed it. “Thank you, kind sir.”
Gerard chuckled. “I agree. Elegant
even in glitzy tat!”
Howard whooped loudly. “Sheer dress,
sheer wantonness!”
“Remember that wedding dress with
the see-through top?” Gerard chortled. “A few eyes popped at that!”
“I can imagine,” Rick said.
Shaking his head, Howard moaned.
“The new trend seems to be to expose what is usually covered and to cover what
used to be exposed. I can’t say I like it much. It loses the allure.”
Cat smiled at Abdel, who appeared
uncomfortable, his face slightly flushed, as if unsure where to rest his gaze.
“The pendulum will swing, as it always does. Ignore these critics, Abdel,
they’re only baiting me.”
“I know, Cathy. But it is–”
“Unseemly,” chimed in Howard.
“You’re right. We should behave better with our guests.” He winked at Gerard.
“Consider us both chastised.” Gerard
coyly lowered his lids.
“Now, tell us,” Howard said, leaning
close to her, “why are you really here?”
“Am I that transparent?”
“Utterly see-through, my dear.”
Keeping to only a few details, she
explained about Loup Malefice’s machinations and her discovery that he’d had
her father killed.
Cataclysm – is due out
next month and sees Cat in China, determined to confront Malefice once and for
all in Shanghai. But complications arise before she can achieve that goal…
Madrid
After so long apart, Cat and Rick fell into each other’s arms when they got inside the city apartment. No sooner had the door shut behind them, their cases shoved to one side in the hall, than they began undressing each other on their way to the bedroom.
Afterwards, as they snuggled close
on the bed, she said, “It still hasn’t sunk in. All the money I’ve been
bequeathed.”
“You can do almost anything, go
anywhere.”
“I’m not going anywhere without you,
Rick.” She hugged him, kissed him on the lips.
“You don’t have to continue with
your crusade, you know.”
“I sort of promised. You were
there.”
“Yes, but it can be all done legally
– no more abseiling down buildings!”
“We’ll see – after Shanghai.”
“All right, I’ll settle for that.”
“I hope we can get the paperwork sorted
and find a seat for you on the plane.”
“Me too. I hated us being separated.
I know it was for a good reason…” His voice choked off.
“I know, darling. I feel awful.”
“It’s sad, Cathy. But it also makes
you grateful to be alive… You never know how long you’ve got left, do you?”
“Live for the moment?”
“Yes.” He kissed her. “Something
like that.”
“I told you about Daddy’s great
affection for Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations.”
“Yes, you did. So?”
“He wrote, ‘In the life of a man,
his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his senses a dim
rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune
dark, and his fame doubtful’. Long or short, our lives should be lived for the
‘now’, not dwelled upon in the past, nor blindly yearning for an unknowable
future.”
“That’s quite a philosophy. Seize
the day?”
“I’ve seized something, I think…”
she purred playfully.
“Hmm… so you have…”
The
Tans Standish Spy Series is about Tana, a psychic who works for the British Intelligence
Service, and begins with:
The Tehran Text – takes Tana to Iran in 1978, having recovered from the trauma of the Czechoslovak mission. She needs all her psychic powers and guile to evade the Shah’s secret police, while attempting to preserve the life of friends.
I
hope you can join me in these series, and enjoy the ride!
If you’re keen on spy fiction series, then drop by here
Randall has amassed a phenomenal amount of information – 800+ series comprising some 5800+ books as well as covering 200+ movies and 1200 TV shows). I’ll be featuring a blog post about Randall soon.
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